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Hey Professor I've got questions to ask,
I've got no time to be sitting and waiting,
For an answer that's relating,
To the problem at hand, that I have layed out on the table,
so bare with me out chemistry is disapating,
Under the Gun.

Put me under the microscope,
and watch me like a movie.
This wasn't in the lesson plan,
this wasn't, how it's meant to be.
Whoa oh professor so, Oh do you believe,
That the people in the city see the forest for the trees.

This was what I'm looking for,
I'm up in the middle of the night screamin',
Help me, Help me get out of this,
Help me, Help me from under the gun.
This was what I'm looking for,
I'm up in the middle of the night screamin',
Help me, Help me get out of this,
I'm still stuck, Under the Gun.

Hey professor you've got lessons to learn,
and I've got to tell you that I'm just, alittle concered.
pay attention and I'll mention, that this akward situation,
Has been driven by the tention and it's pushing me back,
under the gun.
whoa oh professor so, oh do you believe,
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That the people in the city want the glory or the greed.

This was what I'm looking for, I'm up in the middle of the night screamin',
Help me, Help me get out of this,
Help me, Help me from under the gun.
This was what I'm looking for, I'm up in the middle of the night screamin',
Help me, Help me get out of this, Im still Stuck,
Under the, Gun.

So let us play this game of luck, that is depending on,
self-inflecting ignorance in all these cliche characters,
So let us play this game of luck that is depending on,
self in-flecting ignorance in all these cliche characters.

This was what I'm looking for, I'm up in the middle of the night screamin',
Help me, Help me get out of this,
I'm still stuck.

This was what I'm looking for, I'm up int he middle of the night screamin',
Help me, Help me get out of this,
Help me, Help me from under the gun.
This was what I'm looking for, I'm up in the middle of the night screamin',
Help me, Help me get out of this, Im still stuck,
under the gun.