King Gunn

Can't go home anymore, no reason that I should. No more crying, a lone wolf from now on. O mama, nature's red in tooth and claw, well I think about it all the time. It's a void door I'd rather stay poor. A run and gun escape then phone a lot. Standing there with the baby and the bathwater, shall we or shall we not? I think about it all the time. I think about it all the time. Bold as I fall every gold of my own leaves a fire just rolling around. It's you baby you my reason to shoot, my reason to make it back. For lo my dear I float on into the cold. It's my own feet I'm on, I know they are steel though. Real feel, I'm gonna make it come by feel. I think good is still good. I think about it all the time. I think about it all the time. Bold as I fall, every gold of my own leaves a fire just rolling around. It's you, baby you, my reason to shoot, my reason to make it back.