Gun Lyrics

Gun lyrics

(Steel) A bunch of withered roses lie, a faded silhouette Caught you jumpin' in
the deep end last night, but it hasn't happened yet. They're tying up your body
with some rusty Number 8 and they say, Too early with your run, son. Too early
with your run. A bunch of worn-out ockers, the local magistrate, Go down to
kicking at the altar when the evening's getting late, And the scene is much too
busy, the prizes are so obviously fakes, Too early with your run, son, Too early
with your run. And what you doing with that gun, son, Tell me, what you doing
with that gun? You don't believe in killing, someone's trying to kill you, You
don't actually want answers, just the odd clue, And the timing moves to
overdrive and no-one wants to get in touch with you, Too early with your run,
son, Too early with your run. Next time you'll take anything, you wonder if you
think too much, Hoping just for anything to readjust your senses, No-one
believes in that these days, no-one's really taking chances, Too early with
your run, son, Too early with your run. And what you doing with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing with that gun? Yeahhh...what you doing, what you doing,
what you doing, what you doing, hey, With that gun? Bunch of withered roses lie,
Tathra by the sea, A four am hotel carpark, a vicious memory, They're wrapping
up your body, it's an ambulance charade, They're telling you, Too early with
your run, son, Too early with your run. And what you doing with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing with that gun?