Carbon copy of myself
Like 2 o'clock struck on a bell
Who could tell?
Duplication
I'd be heaven, he'd be hell
Give him the worst of me as well
I'd send myself
On vacation
Watch out
Here he comes
He's got a gun
And no discretion
He keeps a run for cover list
Not a person will be missed
Violence is
His occupation
My carbon copy looks like me
I'll be far across the sea
I'll get some sun
And recreation
Watch out
Here he comes
He's got a gun
And watch out
Here he comes
You'd better run
In my direction
If by chance
You should see me on the street
Keep your head down low
And your conversation sweet
You'd better show me some uncommon courtesy
You're gonna have to deal with him
If you should fuck around with
Watch out
Here he comes
He's got a gun
And watch out
Here he comes
You'd better run
In my direction