Bastard Son of a Loaded Gun - GG Allin and The Murder Junkies

Do you want to sit around and choose

Well, get ready world, your about to loose

Don’t come to me with that same old run

I’m the bastard son of a loaded gun

I’m the bastard son

I’m the bastard son

I’m the bastard son

Bastard son, bastard son

Of a loaded gun

Stay out of my path, stay out of my way

You don’t want to make my fucking day

When I bust your shit, you’ll know where I’m from

I’ll blow your brains out with a gun

I’m the bastard son

I’m the bastard son

I’m the bastard son

Bastard son, bastard son

Of a loaded gun

I don’t give a fuck about life’s too short

I hold my meetings in the devil’s court

It won’t bother me if just for fun

I’ll blow your fucking brains out with a gun

I’m the bastard son

I’m the bastard son

I’m the bastard son

Bastard son, bastard son

Of a loaded gun

I’ll deceive you, you’re not my friend

I’ll bring your life to a brutal end

When the blood starts pumping, I’ll have my fun

I’m the bastard son of a loaded gun

I’m the bastard son

I’m the bastard son

I’m the bastard son

Bastard son, bastard son

Of a loaded gun