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 ...