(One, two, three)
We all know a man needs protection
Somebody took a shot in the dark at me
Some young punk said my number was up
One lone shot was all I needed
I copped a piece, had a couple of drinks
Couldn't get what I really needed
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Don't know why you do these things
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Will you ever be set free? Oh, no, oh, no
Up to my baby, the woman I love
So hot and crazy, the pressure built up
Oh, how we argued, I never felt
I never meant to shoot my loved one
I shot my baby, then I shot her again
Couldn't get what I really needed
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Don't know why you do these things
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Will you ever be set free? Oh, no, oh, no
They're gonna give me twenty-five years
I'd rather take my belt and hang up my fears
Ain't much of a life, I see for myself
One long ride, that's all I want now
Whatever happens, never forget
Never forget, never forget
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Don't know why you do these things
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Will you ever be set free?
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Gun Video (MV)
Performed By: Blue Öyster Cult
Language: English
Length: 4:27
Written by: Eric Bloom, Albert Bouchard, Joe Bouchard, Allen Lanier, Donald Roeser
Blue Öyster Cult - Gun Lyrics
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(One, two, three)
We all know a man needs protection
Somebody took a shot in the dark at me
Some young punk said my number was up
One lone shot was all I needed
I copped a piece, had a couple of drinks
Couldn't get what I really needed
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Don't know why you do these things
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Will you ever be set free? Oh, no, oh, no
Up to my baby, the woman I love
So hot and crazy, the pressure built up
Oh, how we argued, I never felt
I never meant to shoot my loved one
I shot my baby, then I shot her again
Couldn't get what I really needed
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Don't know why you do these things
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Will you ever be set free? Oh, no, oh, no
They're gonna give me twenty-five years
I'd rather take my belt and hang up my fears
Ain't much of a life, I see for myself
One long ride, that's all I want now
Whatever happens, never forget
Never forget, never forget
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Don't know why you do these things
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Will you ever be set free?
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
We all know a man needs protection
Somebody took a shot in the dark at me
Some young punk said my number was up
One lone shot was all I needed
I copped a piece, had a couple of drinks
Couldn't get what I really needed
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Don't know why you do these things
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Will you ever be set free? Oh, no, oh, no
Up to my baby, the woman I love
So hot and crazy, the pressure built up
Oh, how we argued, I never felt
I never meant to shoot my loved one
I shot my baby, then I shot her again
Couldn't get what I really needed
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Don't know why you do these things
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Will you ever be set free? Oh, no, oh, no
They're gonna give me twenty-five years
I'd rather take my belt and hang up my fears
Ain't much of a life, I see for myself
One long ride, that's all I want now
Whatever happens, never forget
Never forget, never forget
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Don't know why you do these things
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Will you ever be set free?
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Writer: Eric Bloom, Albert Bouchard, Joe Bouchard, Allen Lanier, Donald Roeser
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC