Lyrics Wild by Lucy Spraggan

She's sick and tired of being sick and tired
Driving down a dead road with a nail in her tyre
She's got a piece of paper, it has some names on
You don't wanna be one of them

Left hand on the wheel, the other concealed
Kinda likes the feel of the cold block steel
Know where she's going, you'll know when she gets there
Forgive her her trespasses, oh

You better get your gun
You better take one good shot, better aim with the best you've got
You better got your gun
You might hear her drop, you better check her heart has stopped
You better got your gun
She's wild already, she don't need the whiskey
You better got your gun

Ooh
You better got your gun
Ooh

Fast down loose won't trump those hoops
I'm not gonna live underneath your boots
Smoking tobacco and playing strip poker
Every man for themselves

Left hand on the wheel, the other concealed
Kinda likes the feel of the cold block steel
Forgive her her trespasses, oh

You better get your gun
You better take one good shot, better aim with the best you've got
You better got your gun
You might hear her drop, you better check her heart has stopped
You better got your gun
She's wild already, she don't need the whiskey
You better got your gun

Ooh
You better got your gun
Ooh

Fire burning all night long
All the wolves are watching on
Fire burning all night long
All the wolves are watching
Fire burning all night long
All the wolves are watching on
Fire burning all night long
All the wolves

You better get your gun
You better take one good shot, better aim with the best you've got
You better got your gun
You might hear her drop, you better check her heart has stopped
You better got your gun
She's wild already, she don't need the whiskey
You better got your gun

Ooh
You better got your gun
Ooh

She's wild already, she don't need the whiskey
You better got your gun