Same old hassle every night
All we do is fuss and fight
Ain´t no use in talking, might as well start walking
Walking out into the night

You get your gun, I´ll get mine
We can do it just one time
If we live no longer, it won´t get no stronger
Then we´ll know who´s really right

All we do is weep and moan
Trying to build ourself a home
Ain´t no shame in trying, ain´t no use denying
Everything will be alright