Hello there, I’m not waiting to be serviced
It’s just a matter of moments ‘til the master becomes a novice
It happens so quick, It makes the good food taste bland
And try so hard to make sure you don’t get canned

And that gun in your hand, It doesn’t make you a man
It only feeds the need to have violence in the land

I’m sittin’ in a diner called Marie’s Country Kitchen
It’s just a feelin’ that I can’t stop itchin’
You have to stop yourself until you just can’t stand it
And wearin’ that mask like some old crazy bandit

And that gun in your hand, It doesn’t make you a man
It only feeds the need to have violence in the land

And now you’ve done it
Now she’s on the floor
There a rose on her cheek
and blood running to the door

I called to the doctor saying I have one down
I looked up upon her colorful Latin gown
He said wait a minute son you’ve only been lying
Take another look at her
she ain’t really dying

And that gun in your hand, It doesn’t make you a man
It only feeds the need to have violence in the land

Oh my God, I said “Is this the one?”
That has been having all the fun
In my dreams, she would frolic
Instead she ended up as some old alcoholic

And that gun in your hand, It doesn’t make you a man
It only feeds the need to have violence in the land

And that gun in your hand, It doesn’t make you a man
It only feeds the need to have violence in the land

And that gun in your hand, It doesn’t make you a man
It only feeds the need to have violence in the land
I just can’t stand