Shot Down

Funny how they... could have lived yeah... funny how they really live Drag you down and pull you in and tell you nice you'll never win Pretty good at, letting go it's the, only place you'll ever go, Prison doors sound like, wedding bells as you, ask for change at the wishing well I don't like this place, I don't like what it's become You can hide your face, you can always hide your guns Shot down, spun round, strung out Still around somehow In the human race, there's a space for everyone You can save yourself, you can always kill your sons, shot down, spun Round, strung out Still around somehow