Supreme Beings Of Leisure Under The Gun
I've been accused, I've been abused
Sometimes misused and yes confused
A loaded pen I dip again
Another trigger happy friend
I don't 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
I'm swimming through the sun
And I ain't tripping on a thing
Under the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
And I ain't tripping on a thing
I've been afraid to drive at night
I've been a sinner, such a lonely sight
Not qualified, not rarefied
I persevere I give it all my might
I don't know why you continue to cry
That I'll never make it
At least there's some truth
To the fact you know I just cannot fake it
Under the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
And I ain't tripping on a thing
Under the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
And I ain't tripping on a thing
Under the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
And I ain't tripping on a thing
Under the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
And I ain't tripping on a thing
Under the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
Under the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
Under the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
Under the gun, under the gun
Under the gun, under the gun
Under the gun, under the gun
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