I'm walking Uptown I hear a most peculiar sound Like a seashell in my ear Like the ocean was near I go inside this store To get my head clear
Once I'm inside the air is fresh as a lie You are greeted by a civil servant She is dressed in beads She jots down your needs And casually recedes
Look around Take the elevator down Take it down Once you reach downstairs They take special care of you You cannot believe what you see You know guns to stop time Laid out in a line 445's to Uzi-3's
A man comes up in a uniform He says, you were just who we were looking for You heard the sound Let me show you around This place is big as some small towns
We got every gun beneath the sun And the same for heavy munitions We got the space to train But we don't know you'll learn But now take the time, just look around
Look around Feel the water rushing down Rushing down
But you better get ready If you're going to Freddy's If you're going to Freddy's store You can lose or win You can sink or swim But you don't know where or what for
But you better get ready If you're going to Freddy's If you're going to Freddy's store It's not exactly hell, It's more like Bechtel They got only one item to sell
There's a booth for dressing Also used for confession There's a Jesuit on call here Twenty-four hours a day He can guide you to pray To waylay your modern guilt and fear You live by the sword, you die, etcetera And the same goes for an M-15
But what the hell When Freddy rings that bell Just make certain that your weapon is clean And pointing down, Down to the ground
Can you live in the tropics? Can you fight on the sand? Have you compunctions to function In a far off land? Can you kill a despot in an African nation? Can you bite the pill If the operation don't go down? Down, if it don't go down
And there's a galley [. . . ?] [. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ?] We don't distinguish left or right Just don't ask about behind that door
You can stand on the corner You can do the jerk You can go to the disco You can go berserk But there are plenty of generals And plenty of Shahs Who drive a Coupe DeVille after the Coup de Etat
It's up to you, You got one chance to score Everybody gets a little piece of war Just don't ask about behind that door Hit the ground, get down It's coming down The door is coming down
But you better get ready If you're going to Freddy's If you're going to Freddy's store You can lose or win You can sink or swim But you don't know where or what forTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
