Guns. Guns…Guns
Where have all the people gone
Whose lives are no longer of use to them
But this system bites habit forming this
But this single file is so contagious
But black eyes breed gossip
Like these perverse and perversions alike
Hibernate while you're still young
But you are getting older
So much older
So much older than you think
Still not fallen, years away
Your head's a snake out and a serpant smiling
Crank the tap.
Itch.
Brimming with suspicions
The burrows are brimming with suspicions
Where have all the people gone
Whose guns are gold cold son of a bitch
I know "I'll travel anywhere I like"
I say, "I'll travel anywhere I please."
I say, but black eyes breed gossip
Like these perverse and perversions alike
Just like these perverse and perversions alike
Hibernate while you're still young
But you are getting older
So much older
So much older than you think
Still not fallen, years away
Your head's a snake out and a serpant smiling
Crank the tap.
Itch.
Brimming with suspicions
The burrows are brimming with suspicions
Where have all the trumpets gone
They're playin us da da dadada da da
The priest's on the boat
And hell is on its way
Whose lives are no longer of use to them
But this system bites habit forming this
But this single file is so contagious
But black eyes breed gossip
Like these perverse and perversions alike
Hibernate while you're still young
But you are getting older
So much older
So much older than you think
Still not fallen, years away
Your head's a snake out and a serpant smiling
Crank the tap.
Itch.
Brimming with suspicions
The burrows are brimming with suspicions
Where have all the people gone
Whose guns are gold cold son of a bitch
I know "I'll travel anywhere I like"
I say, "I'll travel anywhere I please."
I say, but black eyes breed gossip
Like these perverse and perversions alike
Just like these perverse and perversions alike
Hibernate while you're still young
But you are getting older
So much older
So much older than you think
Still not fallen, years away
Your head's a snake out and a serpant smiling
Crank the tap.
Itch.
Brimming with suspicions
The burrows are brimming with suspicions
Where have all the trumpets gone
They're playin us da da dadada da da
The priest's on the boat
And hell is on its way
Credits
Writer(s): John Baldwin Gourley
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