I keep a weather eye on the horizon, back to the wall
I like to know who’s coming through the door, that’s all
It’s the old Army training, kickin’ in
I’m not complaining, It’s the world we live in
Blarney and Malarkey, they’re a devious firm
They’ll take you to the cleaners, or let you burn
The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen — thanks a lot
We hired the worst dishwasher This place ever got
Comin’ in below the radar, they want to spoil our fun…
In the meantime, I’m cleaning my gun
Remember it got so cold ice froze up the tank
We lit a fire beneath her just so she would crank
Keep a weather eye on the horizon, tap the storm glass now and then
We got a case of Old Damnation For when you get here my friend
We can have ourselves a party before they come…
In the meantime, I’m cleaning my gun
We had women and a mirror ball, we had a DJ
We used to eat pretty much all came this way
Ever since the goons came in took apart the place
I keep a tire iron in the corner just in case
Gave you a magic bullet on a little chain
Keep you safe from the chilly winds and the howl of the rain
We’re gonna might need bullets, should we get stuck
Any which way, we’re gonna need a little luck
You can still get gas in heaven and drink in kingdom come…
In the meantime, I’m cleaning my gun
