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Doug wasn't even that nervous
When he finally got his gun
Just awfully self-conscious and kinda giddy
Like when he first started
Making out with girls
A classmate gave him a beeper number
Of a dealer in town
He said: Meet me in the parking lot
Behind McDonald's
Tuesday night, say around 8:00

He stared at the weapons
They said Power, Authority, Respect
All at entry level prices
With only $25
He quickly settled on a used Remington
Semi-automatic 12-guage shotgun
At 16, Doug was a force to be reckoned with

Everybody is on the run
Everybody needs to get a gun
My idea of having fun
Ain't the bullet from a loaded gun
Can't even walk down my street
Without a punk coming up to me
If you need a gun to get some clout
Don't count me in, just count me out
Gun culture!

And that evening
Doug sneaked into his dad's garage
And got out his hacksaw
Transforming the gun
Into the weapon of choice
Among teenage toughs
A pistol grip, sawed off shotgun
Which he pronounces
Almost as easy as one word
Bam

Everybody is on the run
Everybody needs to get a gun
My idea of having fun
Ain't the bullet from a loaded gun
Can't even walk down my street
Without a punk coming up to me
If you need a gun to get some clout
Don't count me in, just count me out
Gun culture!

Gun culture!
Gun culture!
Play it, motherfucker!

Everybody is on the run
Everybody needs to get a gun
My idea of having fun
Ain't the bullet from a loaded gun
Can't even walk down my street
Without a punk coming up to me
If you need a gun to get some clout
Don't count me in, just count me out
Gun culture!

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