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How much more of this job can I take
My boss never gives me a single break
Haven't got a raise in seven years
Wish I were in bed but instead I'm stuck here
I got passed over for that big promotion
So now I'm counting up my ammunition
Shoot all your problems away
Shoot all your problems away
Grab your gun, now you're having fun
Shoot all your problems away
Living with you can be a chore
You leave wet towels on the bathroom floor
You never put your dirty dishes in the sink
You chew so loud I can't hear myself think
We need to work together in harmony
It's time to break out the artilery
Shoot all our problems away
Shoot all our problems away
Grab your gun, now you're having fun
And just shoot all our problems away
My dumb kid has a birthday every year
We have to serve juice, we can't even drink bear
The presents suck: socks again
In my heart, I feel nothing but pain
Don't have to make a wish and blow out the candle
Everybody just take your gun and grab it by the handle
Shoot all our problems away
Shoot all our problems away
Grab your gun, now you're having fun
And just shoot all our problems away
Yo wassup, it's your boi TomSka
And I'm gonna drop some knowledge on ya
Guns are grat, but once in a while
You can solve your problems with a smile
Listen up, kids, no need to hate
Just give the haterz a firm handshake
Even thugs know hugs can save the day
Nah I'm kidding, shoot your problems away!
Slept in late? Shoot your problems away!
Can't lose weight? Shoot your problems away!
Email spam? Shoot your problems away!
If your gun gets jammed, shoot your problems away!
C'mon everybody, let's sing it again,
It's time to kill the Canadians!
Shoot all our problems away
Shoot all our problems away
Grab your gun, now you're having fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun
And just shoot all our problems away
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