Life as a Gun

Cannonball of hope Young limbs sexed up My life as a gun My life as a gun War on two feet Service miscreant My life as a gun My life as a gun You can hold your finger on You can hold your finger on You can hold your finger on Your finger on the trigger Torn from red dirt, Inherited her hurt My life as a gun My life as a gun Cold in your room Oh, how I like you, My life as a gun My life as a gun You can hold your finger on You can hold your finger on You can hold your finger on Your finger on the trigger They can't get to me There's work to be done Apple's off the tree Apple's dead and gone I was better then Too good to be told What I could have been How was I to know? You can hold your finger on You can hold your finger on You can hold your finger on Your finger on the trigger They can't get to me There's work to be done Apple's off the tree Apple's dead and gone I was better then Too good to be told What I could have been How was I to know? Your breath on my neck Makes me want to fight To make you feel safe Let the past go by Everything I've learned I'll use until I've won You can have it all My life as a gun