Shoot - Lyrics - Mad Happy

Smoked a lotta cigarettes since we last spoke Quit so many times it's almost a joke Rollin' up another one, take another *** Thinkin' better this than stuff you shoot *** *** Shoot *** *** Fall down on the sofa and pick up the remote Tuesday afternoon it's only talk shows and soaps Grainy latin station got a western 'bout a bloke who's desperate Lover begs her husband not to shoot *** *** Shoot *** *** Underneath the coffee table pile o' magazines Mostly catalogues that get mailed here for free One full o guns tryina advertise to me The fastest you can legally shoot *** *** Shoot *** *** What a crazy world we are livin' in, livin' in It's a mad bad life but it's ours for the living so let's Do it up right and let's use what we're given i'm con- Fused but i'm driven this is Just the next revision nothing more. *** *** Shoot *** *** If you're done with your religion you can put it on Ebay Mine's up to 97 cents the auction ends today Sitting by the laptop with a gun to my head Hoping that i find a reason not to shoot *** *** Shoot *** *** Words by Mike iLL and Rivka Music by Mad Happy Copyright BMI