Matraca Berg Guns In My Head
The world explodes in violence While the angels cry in vain 'Cause they know the enemy is silent And knows us all by name -- all by name She's living in the suburbs She's watching in the dark There's a finger on the trigger And it's pointed at my heart -- at my heart Take away all weapons, pray for peace and truth Bury all the bullets and tell me what I do with these Chorus: Guns in my head at war with my soul While I sleep in my bed Oh, these guns in my head Fear, ignorance, and anger Oh, these guns in my head are what keep me in anger I see you on the freeway I see you on the street I look away from you You look away from me -- away from me We nurture our suspicion A little more each day Somewhere between the black and white We struggle in the gray And I bargain like a salesman, every Sunday on my knees I pray for the world's salvation, and all that answers me are these Repeat Chorus
