Year of the Gun

I drive myself into an early grave To a faith I've become a slave The butcher, the baker, it's common place Everybody's got one and they're taking aim at you Another hit and run The year of the gun Gun, the year of the gun Gun, the year of the gun Come and take in so many ways Are you safe? Another debt to pay In track suits or jack boots, it's all the same Bite your tongue before they rip it out of you Have we come undone The year of the gun Gun, the year of the gun Gun, the year of the gun One comes undone And one life is stolen Hands dead and cold Your laws are misspoken We reach for the sun Only to be shackled up in chains Gun, the year of the gun Gun, the year of the gun Gun, the year of the gun The year of the gun The year of the gun Gun