Birthday Party The Fears Of Gun Lyrics

Fears Of Gun Lyrics

Gun wears his alcoholism well

 Finger in bottle and swingin' it still

 From bed to sink and back again

 Clock is crawlin' round the same

 He's bustin' clock (he hates its face)

 Just sittin' and talkin' to heart and ticks

 Talkin' back to clock in slow and studied kicks

 The fears of gun are the fears of everyone.

 

 Fingers down the throat of love

 Fingers down the throat of love

 Fingers down the throat of love

 Love! love!

 

 Gun does the waltz around the room

 Collecting table and chairs and sofa and so on and so on

 Gun wears his best blue suit, now let's take to the sky

 'we'll go dancin' and eatin' it up

 Get a bottle and push it on down'

 And let's just beat it up

 Transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely song

 Saying 'where she gone? where she gone?'

 The fears of gun are the fears of everyone.

 

 

 Fingers down the throat of love

 Fingers down the throat of love

 Fingers down the throat of love

 Love! love!