out for a cup of coffee
i shaved
then i combed my hair
a man who didn’t know me
said something to my back
i stopped to turn around and face it
that is why
i pack my .25
where nobody knows
right above my boot
it’s the law
no one there to serve you
why not be the hero?
why not be your own?
swear i’ll kill you!
swear that i’ll kill you
the law–it’s the law
every man out on the street knows
swear that i’ll kill you
i dreamt all yesterday
how i might make a man feel
with a gun up to his face
he’d show respect to me
“i don’t care what you’re thinking
i’ll wipe that thought away”