Lyrics

Gun man gonna make us all pay.
Gun man's waited 20 years for this.
Now there's nothing we've left to say.
Come tomorrow, the story will be his.

Gun man gonna make us all pay.
Gun man's waited 20 years for this.
Now there's nothing we've left to say.
Come tomorrow, the story will be his.

Hey there, loser. Hey there, loser.
Hey there, poor boy where'd you get those funny clothes?
Hey there, loser. Hey there, poor boy.
You're a loser and now everybody knows.

You look so sorry, look so sorry
little loser with your grubby little face.
You look so sorry, little loser.
I thought we told you don't you come around this place, no more.

But now he bought himself a nice one.
Carved 6 names into the wood.
He's got no formal training,
but he'll make it work.
He'll make it work real good.

Gun man gonna make us all pay.
Gun man's waited 20 years for this.
Now there's nothing we've left to say.
Come tomorrow, the story will be his.
Come tomorrow, the story will be his.
Come tomorrow, the story will be his.
Come tomorrow, the story will be his.