Joe Esposito's Gun

Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on

Hot little jungle, mucky room
Voice on the radio is calling
Billy is sleeping, he's having a dream
While the world is a-roaring
Somebody's giving Billy a gun
It tells him not to worry

'Cause the high will lies in your hand
The joy is positive is gone

Come on, come on
Come on, come on, wow
Come on, baby

His finger touched the lowest part of the sky
And nothing feels the same
Now you got it, don't look back
Hey, just go without leaving no trace
It's just a dream, but his time has gone
Billy knows how to do it

'Cause if you wake up, it's still in your hand
The joy is positive is gone

Come on, yeah, move
Yeah, oh
Move, all right

Look out, look out, look out
All right

Come on, come on, come on, yeah
Come on, come on, come on

You're gonna shout, you're gonna run
You got no time to waste
Insane love is for the prison key
Fingers break the wolf's neck
It's just a dream, but our time has come
We know we have to do it

So come on, baby, have some fun
The joy is positive is gone

Yeah, all right
Yeah, move, oh
Yeah, yeah, I said it
Move, all right, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, yeah
Come on, baby, come on, come on, all right
All right, yeah, move, yeah

Shout, that's good, shout, come on, baby