City by city, the pattern repeated:
The truth standing naked for any to see.
Take it or leave it, you still must live with it;
The right to buy guns is the right to be free.
Step right on in, friend; my door’s always open –
Unless you’re a cop, in which case you’ll stay out.
No point playing regal; of course we’re illegal!
We’ll be gone tomorrow – of that there’s no doubt.
And of course we’ll resurface at some other address.
The cops always come, but we’re one jump ahead.
So come, what’s your pleasure to take your foes’ measure:
To stun ‘em, or wound ‘em, or knock ‘em down dead?
We’ve guns for the choosy, from Webley to Uzi,
A Remington flamer that’s good for a mile,
A laser, a Bren gun, a good old cheap Sten-gun,
And fine Smith-and-Wesson’s are always in style.
It’s all cash and carry here. Pay up and take it.
From now on, it’s your job to deal with the Law.
And if you must ask us, we’ll tell what our task is:
We’re the slickest damn rebels that you ever saw.
City by city, the pattern repeated:
The truth standing naked for any to see.
Take it or leave it, you still must live with it;
The right to buy guns is the right to be free.