Guns In The Sky

See the sound
It crashes in
All around
It gets in

Now take your hands
And raise them up
Into the air
That's all around ya

Now bring 'em down
Like a clock at two
Shake your head
You know what to do

They want to put
Guns in the sky
Someone out there
Ain't gonna like it

But it could be good
Make us love each other
Have to realise
I own the future

Guns in the sky
Guns in the sky
Guns in the sky
Guns in the sky

Guns in the sky, child grows up to see
Guns in the sky, they used to be on TV
Wanna change, forgot the joke
It's great to see you, and I'm running late

Da-da-da, love your hair
Da-da-da, lend me a ten
Da-da-da, I love your big house
Da-da-da, could you spare a dime?

Well, I'm sick of it, it's a load of shit
We could stop the world and let off all the fools
And let them go live with their guns in the sky

Guns in the sky
Guns in the sky
Guns in the sky
Guns in the sky
Guns in the sky
Guns in the sky
Guns in the sky



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Kelland Hutchence
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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