No GunNo Fun

I´ve got a new image fuckers, people call me maniac

I´ve bought a new toy to play what can make a real big wreck

There´s no disease in my head or in my clever brain

Expecting nor a sympathy nor a fame

I´m not doing beauty things, just what must be done

Not for higher principes but for fun

It seems to be a harder way, not to feel the hate

Sorry for these injures but it´s just too great

There is no difference between a businessman or nun

It is very powerful to use a released gun

I´ve found my dream real



Chorus: Bullets leave barrel loud

Flare up gun fire

Beware I may shoot in head

He, who plays doesn´t do bad

Shooting down suddenly

Looking so friendly

Gun makes me feel free



I´ve got the same image fuckers, they still call me maniack

Reloading that toy to play which can make a real big wreck

Aiming at targets all around I don´t need the light

Everybody who wants to run can, but cannot hide

I can be on the roof or on the other side

You are so good people, try to stay alive

My hands are controlled by extreme experience

It´s not strange if you feel, you will need defence

You are lucky when I stop my super exibition

Nothingness is symptomatic you didn´t live in fiction

Pain, pain



Chorus



Bullets strike air next to head

You should have better stayed in bed

Behind the belt feel weight is nice

Sensation of the power, the glory ride