Hey mister can you help me. I'm a loner on the run. I'm just looking for tomorrow. And I ain't gonna hurt no one. I jumped headfirst into a bottle. I was looking for a friend. Came up just short of nothing. I didn't find the truth I only found an end. So tell me who's gonna save me. Or my father or my son. When the only justice a man can see. Is the barrel... of a loaded gun. I been broke and I've been hungry. I think they're both my middle name. But I don't never ever never seem to get enough. Still guess I can't complain. 'Cause what you get in life you take it. You've gotta hold on and make it last. They say good things come to those who wait. But it's life that goes so fast. And when there's just one rule you live by. Each day you kiss the rising sun. When you live and die by the life we breathe. In the barrel of a loaded gun. Guns talk to me in my sleep at night. And a gun somewhere is burning. With my name. Winners are losers. And losers will have to face. All those yesterdays. And all of the dreams they blew away. So Mister can you help me. Or are you my gun. Have the ghosts of justice. Brought you here to me to taste. The barrel of a loaded gun. There's justice in the barrel. Of a loaded gun.