With a Chinese gun I will have your nose on the mirror But not entirely With a Chinese gun You can have your way, any way You pull me in the ice I can not do the things I want anymore Time tells nothing if not the truth I'm ludicrous I'm a Chinese gun With a Chinese gun Aimed straight to my head Your gun, you always spoil it My friends feast at the algae hole I know they do I don't think I could be that bad I really don't On top all that, feels like you're on top of it (yeah!) A mysterious fit feels like you're on top of it With a Chinese gun I don't want to move inside trees What took me over With a Chinese gun