Not A Problem

I woke up in the morning just the other day

Found my dog beneath the Chevrolet.

I knew things were going wrong,

Got back home and my home is gone.

So I grabbed my gun and walked down the street,

I'm trying to find some enemies to meet.

And now I'm looking, yes I mean I'm searching

For a place with my guns in hand but

they can't tell me

what I can and cannot do

and I won't hold a

cold dead hand

they're laying on the ground

while I smile from on top

and see their laugh turn into a snarl.... Let me tell you what

(It's a problem)

No, it's not a problem to me!