You are all witnesses that Sister Loa has, possibly
with malice aforethought, incited us all to commit the
worst violence that we can imagine upon the helpless
oeuvre of James Taylor, and is therefore responsible
for what you are about to read.  Please direct all
hate mail to shutupmulder@yahoo.com.  Thank you.


YOU'VE GOT A GUN  (Formerly "You've Got a Friend")

When you're in an air vent
And the teliko needs your glands
And Mulder, whoa, Mulder is paralyzed,
Drop your light and open fire
And then do it again
To make sure that that freak has been neutralized.

You just call out your name,
let them know, whatever they are,
That you're a federal agent
And that you're armed.

Paranormal strength or size,
All you need to equalize
Is your Sig Sauer, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You've got a gun.

If the ground beneath you
Should drop you into a hole
And that mothman's eyes should begin to glow
Keep your head together 
And pull down on that troll
And soon he will be knocking upon Hell's door.

You just call out your name 
Let them know, whatever they are,
You're a federal agent
And that you're armed.

Paranormal strength or size,
All you need to equalize
Is your Sig Sauer, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a gun?
Mutants are everywhere.
They'll abduct you, liposuct you.
Well they'll eat your brain if you let them.
Oh, but don't you let them.

Paranormal strength or size,
Hey now, all you need to equalize
Lord, your Sig Sauer, yeah yeah yeah.
You've got a gun.

You've got a gun.
Ain't it good to know you've got a gun.
Ain't it good to know you've got a gun.
You've got a gun.

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