6 Gun Quota
I find it hard to live with all my choicesIt's time to turn a deaf ear to those voicesDid you ever think to ask my opinionDid you ever think to ask if i'm ok?
I've burned down every bridge that i've foundNow i limit myself to a six gun quotaI've played down every feelin' i've feltAnd i bottled them up 'til the well ran over
Give every indication that you're mendedTake every rule you come across and bend itAnd did you ever think to ask my opinion?And did you ever think to ask if i'm ok?
I've burned down every bridge that i've foundNow i limit myself to a six gun quotaI've played down every feelin' i've feltAnd i bottled them up 'til the well ran over [x2]
It feels so good to be numbI hate what i have becomeIt feels so good to be numb
I've burned down every bridge that i've foundNow i limit myself to a six gun quotaI've played down every feelin' i've feltAnd i bottled them up 'til the well ran over