The Gun

Bring was to waiting

For some kind of a lost phone

Now we got sober

So did you dream?

Of some kind of weapon

Some kind of beauty

To shoot through the clouds

Airplanes at suns and speed

Flying through the outside

Shot it down the blackened stream

Land in the patio

Cars, pills and alcohol

Necessary that I was dirt

Party down in this flight

I would drunk kerosene

I would drunk kerosene

I would drunk kerosene

Get so drunk on kerosene

Wait, we'll wait

For some kind of legend

Are you kind of lucky

Are we a mistake?

I screamed out I love you's

All I brought was a six strings

And everyone else

Where is the gun?

Where is the gun?