Don’t Need a Gun

A human heart goes out tonight
Yes, a red hot love on a red stop light
I see a scene so cold it echoes in blue
Oh, those twisting tongues they are after you

Wop-bop, a-lu-bop
Son, you gotta move up
Flip, flop, fly
Lawdy Miss Clawdy
Of what a story dreams to buy
Don't need a knife to violate my life
It's all so insane

When the other man has none
You don't need a gun
Yes, Russian roulette no fun
I don't need a gun
I just need someone
I don't need a gun

Blood red lights a domination street, yeah
And I just need your love and to feel that heat, yeah
You can drive me through
That red stop light
With a whiplash smile

Wop-bop, a-lu-bop
Yeah, you gotta move up
Flip, flop, fly
Lawdy Miss Clawdy
Of what a story longs to buy
Don't need a knife to violate my life
Oh no, insane

I said when the other man has none
You don't need a gun
Russian roulette no fun
You don't need a gun, you just need someone
I won't need a gun
Oh yeah, ow

Yeah work your mind, we don't do it, huh
You'll always be crying, yeah
Oh, you will always be dying
Oh, you will always be dying

Elvis, a fight the dying light
Johnny Ray, he's always crying
Gene Vincent, he cried, "Who slapped John, John, John?"
Yes and me, I'm movin', movin' Movin', movin' on
Yeah, to be someone
I don't need a gun
Oh, you will always be dying