Cleaning My Gun

I keep a weather eye on the horizon, back to the wall I like to know who's coming through the door at us all It's the old Army training, kickin' in I'm not complaining It's the world we live in Ronny and Malarkey, they're a devious firm They'll take you to the cleaners, let you burn The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen Thanks a lot We hired the worst dishwasher This place ever got Hidden below the radar, they want to spoil our fun... In the meantime, I'm cleaning my gun Remember it got so cold ice froze up the tank We lit a fire beneath her just so she would crank Keep a weather eye on the horizon Tap the storm glass now and then We got a case of Old Damnation For when you get here my friend We can have ourselves a party before they come... In the meantime, I'm cleaning my gun We had women and a mirror ball, we had a DJ We used to eat pretty much all came this way Ever since the goons came in took apart the place I keep a tire iron in the corner just in case Gave you a magic bullet on a little chain Keep you safe from the chilly winds And the howl of the rain We're gonna might need bullets, should we have stuck Any which way, we're gonna need a little luck You can still get gas in heaven and drink in kingdom come... In the meantime, I'm cleaning my gun