AK47s at Waimea Bay

War and peace and death from above
I want a nice green lawn in suburbia
I want two strong sons, a loving wife
I want a relatively simple, but happy life

But I'll likely waste away, gazing at the stars
Because the path of the angels is one step too far
I like to play with guns so don't play with me
Pax Pacifica all across the sea

I've got thirty bullets loaded, which one do you want?
I'll make it really quick, I'm not the type to flaunt
Evil overlords with satanic dreams
I could blame them for my problems but I know it's all me

And I'm not a good person I'm not one to talk
I'm exactly the type of loser people mock
I take shots of whiskey to forget the past
And I look at old pictures when I want to go back

I'm a mess fucked up beyond saving
Not making good use of the life God gave me
AK47s at Waimea Bay
I'm a songwriter with nothing to say

I've got stories from people more successful than I
And I'm so sick of wanting to die
I wonder how I'd be if I didn't waste all
The chances I was given to be normal



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Silva
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