Gun - Mick Jagger

Your friends will say it’s self defense

With no hope of recompense

And anyway it makes no sense

The way you hurt me baby

You always turn the other cheek

Always acted mild and meek

You always played me for a geek

The way you dressed to kill

Why don’t just get a gun and shoot it

Why don’t you just get a gun

Why don’t you just get a gun

And shoot it through this heart of mine

Through this heart of mine

You tried to stretch me on the rack

I saw you laughing when I cracked

You broke my will, you broke my back

On the wheel of uncertainty

You tried to push me to the edge

You wouldn’t listen when I begged

Why don’t you push me off the ledge

It’s just torture baby

Why don’t just get a gun and shoot it

Why don’t you just get a gun

Why don’t you just get a gun

And shoot it through this heart of mine

Through this heart of mine

Through this heart of mine

Through this heart of mine

Why don’t you just buy a gun

Why don’t you just buy a gun and shoot it

Why don’t you just buy a gun

Your friends will say it’s self defense

They say it’s cheap and no expense

Why don’t you just get a gun and use it

Why don’t you just get a gun

Why don’t you just get a gun

And shoot it through this heart of mine

Through this heart of mine

Through this heart of mine

Through this heart of mine

Through this heart of mine

Through the, through this heart of mine

Why don’t you just get a gun

Why don’t you just get a gun

Why don’t you just get a gun

Why don’t you just get a gun