Album Name : 311
Release Date : 1990-01-01
Song Duration : 2:16
311 Guns (Are For Pussies)
Here comes the thunder down under, we're natural wonders
Night falls when weleave all you feel is the hunger
Sunrises of people all shapes and sizes
Dig onthe decade and realize it's funky
No matter this rude boy stll got that swagger
My ears have heard all these crews but we're badder Interracial, special,
positive beings I am I be a cool awakwening
It's getting hectic the metrics thebody electric
Everybody in worn out blue jeans or tacky dresses
This is the citywe've reached we've come to
Go unrecognized on the corner or make moves
All thelights are red all the poets are dead
A familiar nightmare appears in my head
Times are a changin' myself I'm rearrangin'
Dream eight-thousand-five-twelve allblazin'
Born to act out,
Paranoid with a gat
Born to act out,
Think you knowwhere it's at
Born to act out,
But you're lookin' like a sissie
Born to act out,
Guns are for pussies I'm not from Philly but some say I'm a blunt
That's justthe way I am and no I'm not going to front
And yes I took a trip to find outabout the ways of big
City seedy bars and drugs that make you feel shitty
Prettyolder women in skirts conversation frisky
Stinking cigarettes and plenty ofbourbon whisky
Sad classical music on the jukebox of doom Hollywood Blvd.
Barflyfrolic room
Tomb of lost souls some beyond salvage
Some just having fun openingsteam valvage I was one becoming
the other hellbent to discover
Had to pull upthe reigns or else smother
Take it brother all the way and then you're scared
Don't want to be unprepared
You're getting paranoid,
And then guns are shared
You guys think you're hard,
But you're in fear of getting harmed
I fear no manand
I am unarmed
