You have a natural tendency, to squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties, you wear the right masks
You're old, but you still like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change, you're at home on the range
You opened the suitcase, behind the old workings
To show off the magnum, you deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend, only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Verse 2
Ooh
Verse 3
We play the game with the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim with the bravery of being out of range