Dirty Harry - Gorillaz, Jamie Hewlett, Romye Robinson

I need a gun to keep myself from harm

The poor people are burning in the sun

But they ain’t got a chance, they ain’t got a chance

I need a gun 'cos all I do is dance

'Cos all I do is dance

I need a gun to keep myself from harm

The poor people are burning in the sun

No, they ain’t got a chance, they ain’t got a chance

I need a gun 'cos all I do is dance

'Cos all I do is dance

In my backpack, I got my act right

In case you act quite difficult

And your is so weaken with anger and discontent

Some are seeking and searching like me, moi

I’m a peace-loving decoy, ready for retaliation

I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under

Impulsive, don’t ask wild wonder

Orders given to me is 'Strike' and I’m thunder

With lightning fast reflexes on constant alert

From the constant hurt that seems limitless

With no dropping pressure

Seems like everybody’s out to test ya

'Til they see your brake

They can’t conceal the hate that consumes you

I’m the reason why you flipped your soosa

Chill with your old lady at the tilt

I got a 90 days digit and I’m filled with guilt

From things that I’ve seen

Your water’s from a bottle, mine’s from a canteen

At night I hear the shots ring, so I’m a light sleeper

The cost of life, it seems to get cheaper

Out in the desert with my street sweeper

The war is over, so said the speaker

With the flight suit on Maybe to him I’m just a pawn

So he can advance

Remember when I used to dance

Man, all I wanna do is dance

Dance, dance, dance

I need a gun to keep myself from harm