let s see what he can do
say that he ll blow your brains out
shooting with a gun
if you even breathe a word
don t mess with me
Carrying a gun, carrying a gun Reed, he ll point at your mouth
You to be sure to see this, let s see what he can do
He ll point at your mouth, carrying a gun, say that he ll blow your brains out
carrying a gun
you to be sure to see this
carrying a gun
watch your wife
i ll put a hole in your face
don t you mess with me
Nine millimeter browning, i ll put a hole in your face
don t you mess with me
Carrying a gun, watch you face Gun, he s got a gun
i wouldn t want you to miss a second
stay away from him
Carrying a gun, don t touch him Reed, i wouldn t want you to miss a second
carrying a gun
get over there
the animal dies with fear in his eyes
I ll put a hole in your face, don t you mess with me
Carrying a gun, carrying a gun Lou, don t you mess with me
Carrying a gun, don t touch him, i wouldn t want you to miss a second
Carrying a gun, get over there, don t you mess with me
carrying a gun
stay away from him
you to be sure to see this
Carrying a gun, don t you mess with me
don t touch him
say that he ll blow your brains out
Don t you mess with me, don t mess with me
He s got a gun, i wouldn t want you to miss a second, carrying a gun
Carrying a gun, he ll point at your mouth, carrying a gun
Carrying a gun, carrying a gun
Carrying a gun, i ll put a hole in your face, stay away from him
carrying a gun
Tell the lady to lie down, carrying a gun Gun, don t touch him
Don t mess with me, carrying a gun
carrying a gun
I used to have a playlist,including tracks from Blue Mask,played 'em thru' the speakers I had piped into my studio,playin',when the rich clients or art dealers turned up to buy my paintings.
I always got what I asked....they were always thrilled and a little bit afraid of me,weird shit,good times
I have always interpreted “heroin” as a cautionary message and this also fits. Also portraying out street violence and America’s love affair with guns.
Ever since I saw the Rocknrolla scene, this has been my ultimate get-high-to song. Its vibe is just... mesmerizing. A beautiful experience, every single time. Thank you, Lou Reed.
LYRICS:
The man has a gun
He knows how to use it
Nine millimeter browning
Let's see what he can do
He'll point at your mouth
Say that he'll blow your brains out
Don't you mess with me
Carrying a gun
Carrying a gun
Carrying a gun
Don't you mess with me
Carrying a gun
Carrying a gun
Carrying a gun
Don't mess with me
Ooohhh, carrying a gun
Get over there
Move slowly
I'll put a hole in your face
If you even breathe a word
Tell the lady to lie down
I want, ah, you to be sure to see this
I wouldn't want you to miss a second
Watch your wife
Carrying a gun
Shooting with a gun
Dirty animal
Carrying a gun
Carrying a gun
Watch you face
Carrying a gun
Carrying a gun
Carrying a gun
The animal dies with fear in his eyes
With a gun
Don't touch him, don't touch him
Stay away from him, he's got a gun
Have you ever bought a ticket to the junkie's boneyard, Roman? It's an unpleasant place, called 'curl up and die'. Might sound like a hair salon, but it don't fuckin' look like one, I can tell ya. It's a terrible sight...and a horrible sound, listening to a man [inhales] sucking his soul through the hole in the pipe. Even worse when he tries to tear it back. I've been there, and I've done that. [flashback: "He has been here, and he has done that."] And then I nailed that demon in a smoke-proof coffin, and I did it all with Johnny. I love that man; he's what you call class. And if you had any fucking brains, Roman, you'd love him too. You know his music sales have gone up 1000% in three weeks? You see, Johnny, the crackhead, knows that a rocker is worth more dead than alive...funny world, innit? Mr. Quid does not get his gear from me. He has to travel, far and wide. But do leave me a number, and if the dead feels like calling...you'll be the first to know. [winks]