I don't need no friends to tell me who my friends are I don't need some pig to tell me what the rules are See me walkin' I'm loaded See me walkin' I'm loaded I've got an ear for every sound I've got an ear down to the ground These blues come down These blues come down The streets are burnin' The years are turnin' The sky is falling down The line has been drawn Been pushed too far Been pushed too hard Knocked down, knocked down, no, no, no, break it I don't need your lovin' I don't want your beauty I go back in my head, I go ugly in my head This home is loaded, it's ugly This lonely ghetto, it's ugly See him walkin' with a gun in his hand See I'm walkin' with a gun in my hand See him walkin' with a gun in my heart Loaded, ugly, loaded, ugly, loaded, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly...
