Song Lyrics

Guns, drugs, and gasoline
Guns, drugs, and gasoline

Stop telling me how I feel
You don’t know a thing about me
Ain’t nothin’ getting better
Down here on the street

Tell me a lie, tell me a lie
Tell me a lie, tell me another lie

I got nothin’ to believe in
I got no reason to live
I got nothin’ to believe in
I got no reason to live

But checkin’ out seems so pitiful
I’m gonna find out who’s responsible
I’m gonna find out what makes the world go ‘round
I’m gonna take you down

And I found
Guns, drugs, and gasoline
Guns, drugs, and gasoline
Guns, drugs, and gasoline

I got no one to look up to
Nothin’ to look forward to
I got no one to look up to
I got nothin’ to do

It’s time to get organized
Well time’s killing us while we’re killing time
I’m gonna find out why nobody’s dreams come true
And I’m talking to you

I’m talkin’ about guns, drugs, and gasoline
Guns, drugs, and gasoline
Guns, drugs, and gasoline
Guns, drugs and gasoline
Hip me

It’s hard to be a rebel in an outlaw nation
It’s hard to be smart when you’re always wasted
And wasted is their own children’s fate
They don’t care their money’s safe

You say my brother’s my enemy
The real criminal’s the unholy Trinity
As you bow down and worship like a slave
Say now three names

I’m talkin’ about guns, drugs, and gasoline
Guns, drugs, and gasoline
Guns, drugs, and gasoline
Guns, drugs, and gasoline
Say it

Guns, drugs, and gasoline
Guns, drugs, and gasoline
Guns, drugs, and gasoline
Guns, drugs, and gasoline