All the junkies they know my name
  And every city looks the fucking same
  And the derilics who roam the streets are all the same
  And the scum surfaces up and has no one to fucking blame
    Game over its no fun
  Got me on the run
  I'm gonna go get my gun
  Blam blam blam your done
      Game over its no fun
  Got me on the run
  I'm gonna go get my gun
  Blam blam blam your done
    Why all the prostitution right about midnight
  And the junkies hives are trying to get tight --ŕ??
  And I'm trying to find some ultra sound
  But there's no fucking way to get out of this hell
      Game over its no fun
  Got me on the run
  I'm gonna go get my gun
  Blam blam blam your done
      Game over its no fun
  Got me on the run
  I'm gonna go get my gun
  Blam blam blam your done
      Game over its no fun
  Got me on the run
  I'm gonna go get my gun
  Blam blam blam your done
      Game over its no fun
  Got me on the run
  I'm gonna go get my gun
  Blam blam blam your done
    YAH! Your fuckin done!
    Thanks to allen perry (suicidemachineman@hotmail.com) for correcting these lyrics