Tasergun (acoustic)
By: Beck Hansen
Written by: Beck Hansen

Version Of: Tasergun

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Lyrics:
I got a room down in Hollywood. The rent was cheap. The street was good.
But there was an old man who lived right next to me. He was so rich and he ain't inherit a thing.
The day I moved in, I got a weird feeling. I played my guitar. He hit the ceiling.
He ran out into the hall and he yelled,
"Watch out son! I got a tasergun. Watch out son! I got a tasergun."
He's on the loose. He's got the juice like a mad dog with no teeth.

He left me notes, said all kinds of things: "You little creepy slob, why don't you get a job?"
"Why don't you cut your hair? Why don't you get out of here?
Why don't you move away? Why don't you just get lost?"
He spent his days down in adult bookstores, bringing home kind of weirdos
And blasting his tv back at me, so one day I got pissed.
We got into a fight. I kicked him in the nuts. He yelled with all his might.
"Watch out son! I got a tasergun. Watch out son! I got a tasergun."
He's a son-of-a-bitch, finger starting to itch. He's got the taser in his hand.

Mystery handjob.