Frank Hops Songtext
von Pale North

It′s 6:33 and I'm still the shit
I′m a smooth-talking son of a bitch
Who said you're welcome when I walked in

In the deli department I saw it on his hip
Calm, cool, collected
I carry myself all the way up to him

He's got a gun, he′s got a gun, he′s got a gun, he's got a gun, he′s got a gun
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
He's got a gun, he′s got a gun, he's got a gun, he′s got a gun, he's got a gun
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down


It's 6:43 and I won′t get on my knees
He asked if I was afraid I said
"I′m doing great"

He was looking at my blazer
Swear he was checking me out
In the checkout line I told him a storm is coming

He's got a gun, he′s got a gun, he's got a gun, he′s got a gun, he's got a gun
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
He′s got a gun, he's got a gun, he's got a gun, he′s got a gun, he′s got a gun
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down

Shoot me dead, I dare you

He's got a gun, he′s got a gun, he's got a gun, he′s got a gun, he's got a gun
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
He′s got a gun, he's got a gun, he's got a gun, he′s got a gun, he′s got a gun
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down