Under The Gun — текст песни (Supreme Beings of Leisure)

Ive been accused Ive been abused

Sometimes missused and yes confused

A loaded pen I dip again

Another trigger happy friend



I dont know why I continue to fly

In the face of reason

Something inside me just clicked

Like a tick from an awful season



Under the gun under the gun

Im swimming through the sun

I aint tripping on a thing



Under the gun under the gun

Im swimming through the sun

I aint tripping on a thing



Ive been afraid to drive at night

Ive been a sinner such a lonely sight

Not qualified not rarified

I persevere I give it all my might



I dont know why you continue to cry

That Ill never make it

At least theres some truth

To the fact you know I just cannot fake it



Under the gun under the gun

Im swimming through the sun

I aint tripping on a thing



Under the gun under the gun

Im swimming through the sun

I aint tripping on a thing



Under the gun under the gun

Im swimming through the sun

I aint tripping on a thing



Under the gun under the gun

Im swimming through the sun

I aint tripping on a thing ...