The mouse that roared

It's a hundred and one,
The damage is done.
I'm stuck in the sun,
Just give me the gun.

I'll take a drink for you, i'll take a drink for me.
Then let it fucking run down our chests.

I'll block out the sun,
This is where we stand brother number by number.
Block out the sun it's the end of the summer.

And let it be known that we will escape.
Block out the sun.

And "as the city sleeps,"
I'll stay awake.

I won't wake up,
Till morning comes.

Just give me the gun,
The fucking gun.