Baby's in the manger
Cus' we got kicked, kicked out of our shack
I'm drinkin' on the corner with strangers
And once you go down that road there's no comin' back
But I've got a permit a permit to carry
Got a permit to carry a gun
My gun is shiny, big and black
My gun will bring those good times back
My wife is in the kitchen
But it ain't my kitchen, so I don't care
She's cooking a meal for strangers
And whatever it is well it smells like burnt hair
But I've got a permit a permit to carry
Got a permit to carry a gun
My gun is shiny, big and black
My gun will bring those good times back
(Repeat x3)