: (Clark, Savage, Willis, Elliott, Lange) Billy's got a gun, he's on the run Confusion in his mind, the blind leads the blind Oh, Billy's got a gun
: (Lange, Clark, Elliott) I'm sick and tired of the damn TV I'm gonna make my own movie I wanna star in a late night show And all I need is my video
(Lange, Clark, Elliott) I'm sick and tired of the damn TV I'm gonna make my own movie I wanna star in a late night show And all I need is my video
(Clark, Savage, Willis, Elliott, Lange) Billy's got a gun, he's on the run Confusion in his mind, the blind leads the blind Oh, Billy's got a gun,
(Lange, Clark, Willis, Elliott) Your kind of woman gotta heart of stone But watch it break when I get you alone Take a chance, come lay down with
(Lange, Clark, Savage, Elliott) Shotgun Let's welcome home the soldier boy from (Far away, far away) No angel of mercy just a need to destroy (Fire
(Clark, Lange, Elliott) Lady luck never smiles So lend your love to me, awhile Do with me what you will Break the spell take your fill On and on
up let's go for broke Watch the night go up in smoke Rock on! Rock on! Drive me crazier, no serenade No fire brigade, just Pyromania What do you
(Clark, Willis, Savage, Elliott, Lange) Huh! I'm outa luck, outa love Gotta photograph, picture of Passion killer, you're too much You're the only
(Savage, Elliott, Lange) I said Welcome to my show It's just a-you and me baby We got the whole damn night to go You're holding out on me, while
(Clark, Lange, Willis, Savage, Elliott) Somewhere in the distance I hear the bells ring Darkness settles on the town as the children start to sing
(Clark, Savage, Lange, Elliott) Hold onto your hat, hold onto your heart Ready, get set to tear this place apart Don't need a ticket, only place in