Somebody’s trying to kill me
Somebody wants me dead
It’s gotta be some kind of maniac
Who’s got it all wrong in the head

Give me that shotgun
Shotgun, don’t blow me away

Lost in the turmoil and panic
I’m shaking my brains out of spill
Surrendered to the grace of a madman
The TV-cameras are shooting to kill

Give me that shotgun
Shotgun, don’t blow me away

Does it really matter
If I’m dead of alive?

Caught in the cobwebs of boredom
I blow up my brains for a thrill
Painting the whites of my eyeballs
Can’t tell the way for the will

Give me that shotgun
Shotgun, don’t blow me away

Does it really matter
If I’m dead or alive?

(c)A/C Nico Balthau