Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket Took my pistol out, unlocked it, pulled the hammer back and cocked it And left his shit all on the carpet, I seen a (murder, murder) I pin-pointed my target I'm making my way up out the building I got the nigga that I came here to get, notify his children That they old man done fell up out the game Because I came to this muthafucka and killed his ass just like Jesse James Think it's a muthafuckin' game? I come around this muthafucka and kill yo ass just like Jesse James What's my muthafuckin' name? There'll be no witnesses to this homicide No re-enactment on the late night news to be re-dramatized All you got is a nigga with a dot In the middle of his muthafuckin' head he been shot Dropped in the middle of the floor and he ain't breathin' And the niggas on the go 'cause we ain't seein' He did his dirt and got the fuck up out the picture The hollow point just hitcha, out of line, so it got witcha Call the muthafuckin' helicopter But ain't no hope 'cause the Tina broke that nigga off a hella proper That oughta hold your monkey ass (muthafucka, you) That oughta teach your funky ass (muthafucka, you) I know this muthafuckin' game is shit And you done lost the fuckin' game of life And that's a muthafuckin shame (fuckin' shame) You let a nigga come around and do yo ass just like Jesse James And that's a muthafuckin' shame You came around this muthafucka and let me do ya like Jesse James Think it's a muthafuckin' game? Wait, this muthafucka got me bent, I gots to break Because this nigga done put his hands all up in my face He best to chill before I hit him with this lace And catch this muthafuckin' case 'Cause once I got it blind then he done with Because I'm true to myself, fuck the dumb shit You ain't no muthafuckin' gangsta, G And when I get up out your ass you gon' realize it just ain'tsta be It ain't no studio up in me And all that bullshit I'm hearin' you talk only offends me And lately I'm under a lot of pressure It seems to me you can't come clean, so yo, I gots to check ya I pull my .45 and (buck, buck, buck, buck) And right before he die I (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck) I could give a muthafuck about the sentence I snatch yo ass up off the hinges 'cause I'm (screaming for vengeance) 'Cause life has no meaning, no meaning We were all born to die, so no screaming Think it's a muthafuckin' game? I come around this muthafucka and cut yo ass just like Jesse James Put out your muthafuckin' brains I come around this muthafucka and do yo ass just like Jesse James Think it's a muthafuckin' game?

I was raised doin' right from wrong Baptized under that old rugged cross I try to be a good man, I always give it my best But truth be told some days I wanna go to the wild wild west Chorus: I wanna line 'em up and drink 'em I wanna love 'em and leave 'em Sometimes I just wanna just ride the train Be the first straw in to have no sun And feel the kick of my six gun Yeah, I "WANTED" above my name Sometimes I wanna be like Jesus Sometimes I wanna be Jesse James I know where to draw the line But there's just something 'bout that other side I got angels on my left, and demons on my right It's a never ending battle, its a constant fight *Chorus* I wanna steal a horse and ride into town Stare the sheriff down Tell him there's a new man around here I wanna walk through those swingin' saloon doors And hear my spurs hit the wooden floor I wanna smell nothin' but fear, ya hear? Law don't go around here *Chorus* You hear that law dog? Law don't go around here

I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns I heard Maria crying Late last night I heard the news That Veracruz was dying Veracruz was dying Someone called Maria's name I swear it was my father's voice Saying, "If you stay you'll all be slain You must leave now - you have no choice Take the servants and ride west Keep the child close to your chest When the American troops withdraw Let Zapata take the rest" I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns I heard Maria calling Saying, "Veracruz is dying And Cuernavaca's falling" Aquel dia yo jure (On that day I swore) Hacia el puerto volvere (To the port I will return) Aunque el destino cambio mi vida (Even though destiny changed my life) En Veracruz morire (In Veracruz I shall die) Aquel dia yo jure (On that day I swore) I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns I heard them in the harbor Saying, "Veracruz is dying"

Everybody's restless and they've got no place to go Someone's always trying to tell them Something they already know So their anger and resentment flow But don't it make you want to rock and roll All night long Mohammed's Radio I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful On the radio, Mohammed's Radio You know, the Sheriff's got his problems too He will surely take them out on you In walked the village idiot and his face was all aglow He's been up all night listening to Mohammed's Radio Don't it make you want to rock and roll All night long Mohammed's Radio I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful On the radio, Mohammed's Radio Everybody's desperate trying to make ends meet Work all day, still can't pay the price of gasoline and meat Alas, their lives are incomplete Don't it make you want to rock and roll All night long Mohammed's Radio I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful On the radio, Mohammed's Radio You've been up all night listening for his drum Hoping that the righteous might just might just might just come I heard the General whisper to his aide-de-camp "Be watchful for Mohammed's lamp" Don't it make you want to rock and roll All night long Mohammed's Radio

I started as an altar boy, working at the church Learning all my holy moves, doing some research Which led me to a cash box, labeled "Children's Fund" I'd leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score I loaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan I'm very well aquainted with the seven deadly sins I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in I'm proud to be a glutton, and I don't have time for sloth I'm greedy, and I'm angry, and I don't care who I cross I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy Of course I went to law school and took a law degree And counseled all my clients to plead insanity Then worked in hair replacement, swindling the bald Where very few are chosen, and fewer still are called Then on to Monte Carlo to play chemin de fer I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair I put my last few francs down on a prostitute Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig? And fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide Looking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade I opened up an agency somewhere down the line To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me I'll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air And landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals I'll see you in the next life, wake me up for meals