Hey mister, show me your hands
Give me your money or your life you understand
Don't call me mister and I won't call you son
Give me a minute so I can pick which one
I don't trust a man who carries a gun
They'll never pay a working wage
When a man can work two jobs a day
And a mother can work to pay someone else to what her child each day
And that child, grows up alone in a family that's stretched down to the bone
I don't trust a man who carries a gun
I see them coming
They're red and blue
I told my friend, now, you know what to due
So put your hands where I can see
Get on the ground now you listen to me
I don't trust a man who carries a gun