mark knopfler: 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 – that’s all

It’s the old Army training – kicking in

I’m not complaining, it’s the world we live in

 

Blarney and Malarkey – they’re a devious firm

Take you to the cleaners and let you burn

The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen – thanks a lot

We hired the worst dishwasher this place ever got

 

Been 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 stone 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 a mirror ball – we had a DJ

He used to eat pretty much all that came his way

Ever since the goons came in and took apart the place

I keep a tire iron in the corner – just in case

 

Hang me a magic bullet on a little chain

Keep me safe from the chilly winds and out of the rain

We’re gonna might need bullets should we get 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

Don’t ask me what the hell this song means. It leaves a lot to the imagination – which is a good thing now and then. Regardless, I really like the song and the great guitar licks. It’s from Mark Knopfler’s latest CD titled Get Lucky.