If I pull my finger on You

Would you pull your trigger?



Bang clack clack pop pop

How many have to drop before it stops

Big man with a trigger

What makes him bigger by blasting off a cap

But how do you figure?

The number one son-of-a-gun is named death

A thief of life, a poacher of breath

It's against me here's a dead ringer

You draw the gat

And I'll pull my finger