Same old hassle every night
All we do is fuss and fight
Aint no use in talking, might as well start walking
Walking out into the night
You get your gun, Ill get mine
We can do it just one time
If we live no longer, it wont get no stronger
Then well know whos really right
All we do is weep and moan
Trying to build ourself a home
Aint no shame in trying, aint no use denying
Everything will be alright