Drivin' home from work on a friday night
Someone hits my car
He pushes me, we start to fight
The cops are not too far
My girlfriend calls me on the phone
Says "Baby, I got friends at home
But the real reason why I call
Is that a guy plays on your black Les Paul!"
(What the...)
Give me a gun, give me a clip
I feel it in my fingertips
Give me a knife, a Smith & Wesson
Where's my AK-47?
Give me a break, a hand grenade
Stop or it will be too late
Dude, you've gone too far
Now take your hands of my guitar!
Fast forward to his face
My hand slaps him from his place
Screaming girls running out the door
While the guy is landing on the floor
Now who the hell you think you are?
Don't you know that this is my guitar?
"Sorry man, that girl, she's called Heather
I thought I'd play for her some Nothing Else Matters"
Give me a gun, give me a clip
I feel it in my fingertips
Give me a knife, a Smith & Wesson
Where's my AK-47?
Give me a break, a hand grenade
Stop or it will be too late
Dude, you've gone too far
Now take your hands of my guitar!
Give me a gun, give me a clip
I feel it in my fingertips
Give me a knife, a Smith & Wesson
Where's my AK-47?
Take my wife, my Cadillac
But don't you touch my 50's Strat!
Dude, you've gone too far
Now take your hands of my guitar!