Gunplay

Knifework

Sounds good

When you're raising the gun

Or swinging the knife

Until you buck up on someone who bangs out harder than you

Then what? Then you're lucky to live

With half your chest blown out

And poke holes all over your body

No one

No one is badder than the gun or the knife

This is no gangster movie

No YouTube video

No shoot-'em-up on your favourite console

This is real

Real life; no make-up; real bullets; real bloody scars

This is what the gun and the knife do

The gun don't care if you're bad

The gun don't care if you're road

And the gun sure don't care if you're sorry now