Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Wants to kill for sure
There’s one man who I call my friend
There’s one man who I call my friend
There’s one man who I call my friend
My friend Jack
Wants his money back
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Is angry to the core
There’s one man who seems to be a cop
There’s one man who seems to be a cop
There’s one man who seems to be a cop
And he thinks
I have dirty links
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Wants my blood and more
There’s one man whose wife I have killed
There’s one man whose wife I have killed
There’s one man whose wife I have killed
She would cry
So she had to die
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Will lay me on the floor
There’s one man who I do not know
There’s one man who I do not know
There’s one man who I do not know
But his gun
Is a fully loaded one
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Has come for me before

An inspiring poem, I love the repetition in this piece.
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