Well, I'm hi-fi and I'm lowbrow
I'm history but, you know, I'll make it somehow
This is the beginning of the third degree
I wouldn't take it so hard if I was a machine
Well, I learned one thing and that's a natural fact
If I had everything then I'd have nothing to lack
Click-click, clack-clack
Fifty million sold
I was afraid of that
Now my gun's gone, now my gun's gone
Now my gun's gone cold
Well, it's nighttime in the springtime as I move in for the kill
My old man loves me but he's way over the hill
Doesn't it hurt, mama? Admit the pain
When you are able, baby, then you must be Cain
Well, kiss me one more timе
Kiss me one more timе
I'd get to the point if you'd just cross that line
Click-click, clack-clack
Fifty million sold
I was afraid of that
Now my gun's gone, now my gun's gone
Now my gun's gone cold
This is the '90s
This is the '90s
Not the '60s
Not the '70s
Not the '80s
Out on the ledge on the edge of a window
Pressing my luck, leaning on a broken elbow
6 o'clock your time, 9 o'clock mine
I leaned forward and I landed on a landmine
Click-click, clack-clack
Fifty million sold
I was afraid of that
Now my gun's gone, now my gun's gone
Now my gun's gone, now my gun's gone
Now my gun's gone cold