Guns

Like a gun, yeah yeah I spit my blood, yeah yeah Like a gun, yeah yeah Get my fun Took a hit in '83 it ain't easy bein' alive Always thought it was the worst day of my entire fuckin' life That is,...

It carried its home on its back When it came Saying he was for me a spell Could be good could be bad Soak him in some water And it will be good Or wear him as a shirt for week And call him by a name...

Wimping out for baby god No grudge nothing not even fear Only he was a lamb Nurse his hate hand he cut it on a jag Oh spotty Sallys army All win they dared all sayed 'yeah' Dashed back calling out...

It is today couriers day I have a letter to say Pen is good for nothing do me in This letter old letter is arrears It shall stay to the post for years yeah Till at what o'clock is ten clock strike?...

Sleep them well all them dry bones After we shot to his death The horse and the rocking boy Folded up like a dead balloon All breathing not welcome Ah kiss me I'm sore Million eyes watching all but is...

Mandy trained up her head to Away itself go when is told Head revealed its whereabouts In a thicket by calling "here... I'm here!" And in tones of deep solemnity Pronounced that she is dead...

Same thing everyone doing thee And don't even know if it's been planned They will attack and kill Don't even think about it Not one of us, not one of you But two hundred thousand Snapping at the arms...

Clean that evil mud out your soul Sweet heaven save me from that candle Burned it up it burned, it stank so strong Of hell fire Heaven can only know what unholy sights and sounds All we innocent babes...

Dead you barmy you make it to heaven Fancy drowning to death you barmy in Half a fathom see red rim barnacle Come back clammy he reek all lammy He tear off all of his clothes and snap his hair Suffer...

What's up with eyes? What's up with everyones sad leaky Wet and wincey eyes? All a-drippin' in time I gives to prayin' over that he will be No entertainment for the crowd When he hangs up Roll them...