If I had a shiny gun, I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains of the folk who give me brains
Auch wofern ich Giftgas hätt, fänd ich das so kurzweil nett
Killen würd ich aus Prinzip Leute, die ich echt nicht lieb
But I have no lethal weapon, thus does fate our pleasure step on
So they still are quick and well, who should be by rights in hell
So they still are quick and well, who should be by rights in hell