Maybe to him I'm just a pawn
And your is so weaken with anger and discontent
Orders given to me is 'Strike' and I'm thunder
Your water's from a bottle, mine's from a canteen
With the flight suit on
I'm the reason why you flipped your soosa
Out in the desert with my street sweeper
The cost of life, it seems to get cheaper
I got a 90 days digit and I'm filled with guilt
At night I hear the shots ring, so I'm a light sleeper
I need a gun 'cos all I do is dance
With no dropping pressure
Chill with your old lady at the tilt
'Cos all I do is dance
In my backpack, I got my act right
Dance, dance, dance
I'm a peace-loving decoy, ready for retaliation
No, they ain't got a chance, they ain't got a chance
From things that I've seen
With lightning fast reflexes on constant alert
'Til they see your brake
The war is over, so said the speaker
I need a gun 'cos all I do is dance
Some are seeking and searching like me, moi
I need a gun to keep myself from harm
So he can advance
But they ain't got a chance, they ain't got a chance
Impulsive, don't ask wild wonder
Remember when I used to dance
I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under
Seems like everybody's out to test ya
'Cos all I do is dance
They can't conceal the hate that consumes you
Man, all I wanna do is dance
From the constant hurt that seems limitless
In case you act quite difficult
The poor people are burning in the sun
