6 Gun Quota

Yeah Yeah Yeah I find it hard to live with all my choices It's time to turn a deaf ear to those voices Did you ever think to ask my opinion? (Yeah) Did you ever think to ask if I'm okay? I've burned down every bridge that I've found Now I limit myself to a six gun quota I played down every feeling I felt and I bottled them up 'til the well ran over Yeah, yeah Give every indication that you're mended Take every rule you come across and bend it Did you ever think to ask my opinion? (Yeah) Did you ever think to ask If I'm okay? I've burned down every bridge that I've found Now I limit myself to a six gun quota I played down every feeling I felt and I bottled them up 'til the well ran over I've burned down every bridge that I've found Now I limit myself to a six gun quota I played down every feeling I felt and I bottled them up 'til the well ran over It feels so good to be numb, whoa-oh I hate what I have become, whoa-oh It feels so good to be numb, whoa-oh I've burned down every bridge that I've found Now I limit myself to a six gun quota I played down every feeling I felt and I bottled them up 'til the well ran over I've burned down every bridge that I've found Now I limit myself to a six gun quota I played down every feeling I felt and I bottled them up 'til the well ran over Yeah Yeah Yeah