Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Moore
Songwriter
Lyrics
One shot black out the sun
Reign down upon us
Cock back reload the gun
In bullets we trust
Silence or time to run
Corroded morals
Repent now be undone
Rest on your laurels
Eyes bright
Lament
Regret
I bet
Aim true now your loves getting bigger
Your mouth preaching scripture with a finger on the trigger
Get your God
Praise your gun
Oh what fun it is to be a human
Get your God
Praise your gun
Oh what fun it is to be a human
One voice divine immaculate to receive
What lies makes truth so hard to believe
One voice divine immaculate to receive
What lies makes truth so hard to believe
Eyes bright
Lament
Regret
I bet
Aim true now your loves getting bigger
Your mouth preaching scripture with a finger on the trigger
Get your God
Praise your gun
Oh what fun it is to be a human
Get your God
Praise your gun
Oh what fun it is to be a human
Get your God
Praise your gun
Get your God
Praise your gun
Get your God
Praise your gun
Get your God
Praise your
Get your God
Praise your gun
Oh what fun it is to be a human
Get your God
Praise your gun
Oh what fun it is to be a human
Get your God
Praise your gun
Oh what fun it is to be a human
Get your God
Praise your gun
Oh what fun it is to be a human
Writer(s): Peter Moore
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