Barrel Of A Gun
Do you mean this horny creepSet upon weary feetWho looks in need of sleepThat doesn’t come
This twisted, tortured messThis bed of sinfulnessWho’s longing for some restAnd feeling numb
What do you expect of meWhat is it you wantWhatever you’ve planned for meI’m not the one
A vicious appetiteVisits me each nightAnd won’t be satisfiedWon’t be denied
An unbearable painA beating in my brainThat leaves the mark of CainRight here inside
What am I supposed to doWhen everything that I’ve doneIs leading me to concludeI’m not the one
Whatever I’ve doneI’ve been staring down the barrel of a gun
Is there something you need from meAre you having your funI never agreed to beYour holy one
Whatever I’ve doneI’ve been staring down the barrel of a gun