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Description
It sounds like an attempt to survive between beats and internal explosions. At first, everything seems fun - you sing along, dance, even relax your shoulders. But then anger, dust, and the hum of a tired city are mixed into the rhythm, and suddenly you realize: this isn't dancing for the sake of pleasure, but a way to stay sane. Every word is like a discarded shell casing - short, sharp, with an echo.
Somewhere in this mixture of anxiety and groove, a strange feeling of freedom appears - the kind that comes not from victories, but from having nothing left to lose. The world is falling apart, the streets are burning, and the body continues to move in time, as if stubbornly saying, “As long as the rhythm beats, I'm still alive.” And there is a truth in this, crude but real.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I need a gun to keep myself alive.
Poor people are burning in the sun.
They ain't got a chance. They ain't got a chance.
I need a gun 'cause all I do is dance.
'Cause all I do is dance.
I need a gun to keep myself alive.
Poor people are burning in the sun. They ain't got a chance.
They ain't got a chance.
I need a gun 'cause all
I do is dance.
'Cause all I -do is dance. -In my backpack, I got my act right.
Mission act quite difficult and your resolve weakened with anger and discontent. Someone seeking insert the lightning rod.
I'm a peace-loving decoy ready for retaliation. I change the whole location to a pine box six under.
Impulsive, your last wild wonder. Order given to me is strike and I'm thunder.
While lightning fast reflexes on constant alert from the constant hurt that seems limitless with no proper pressure.
Seem like everybody's out to test you 'til they see you break. You can't conceal the hate that consumes ya.
I'm the reason why your club feels looser.
Chill with your old lady at the tilt.
I got a ninety-day vision and I'm filled with guilt from things that are seen.
Your water's from a bottle, mine's from a canteen. At night, I get a shot, scream normal like sleeper.
The cost of life seems to get cheaper. Out in the desert with a street sweeper.
The war is over, so said the speaker with a flight suit on.
Back to him who was a pawn, so he can advance. Remember when it used to be dance?
Man, all I wanna do is dance.
I need a gun to keep myself alive.