Carbon copy of myself,

Like 2 o'clock struck on a bell,

Who could tell?

Duplication

I'd be heaven, he'd be hell

Give him the worst of me as well,

I'd send myself,

On vacation

Watch out

Here he comes,

He's got a gun,

And no discretion

He keeps a run for cover list,

Not a person will be missed,

Violence is,

His occupation

My carbon copy looks like me,

I'll be far across the sea,

I'll get some sun

And recreation

Watch out

Here he comes,

He's got a gun,

And ooooo

Watch out

Here he comes,

You'd better run

In my direction

If by chance, you should see me on the street,

Keep your head down low and your conversation sweet

You'd better show me some uncommon courtesy

You're gonna have to deal with him if you should fuck around with...

Watch out

Here he comes,

He's got a gun

and oooo

Watch out,

Here he comes,

You'd better run

In my direction