No More Guns
It's early in the morning
And I'm sitting at the table
Drinking shots of ancient whiskey
'Cause I don't feel all that stable
Oh-oh-oh
Woo
We're in a fucking nightmare
There's a hundred-thousand victims
If we can't protect them safely
Then they die from their complexion
Oh-oh, first though
Start up the show
Get up and aim 'cause we're ready to go
Oh no, what can we say?
Where can we play with our guns today?
Oh-oh, like, two down tonight
Shoot up the streets, gonna die tonight, oh-oh
Violence in the city
And it feels like a coffin
Things seem normal when we're talking
But we're racing to the bottom
Oh-oh, first though
Light up the show
Pull on your reigns 'cause we're ready to go
Oh yeah, what can we say?
Where can we play with our guns today?
Oh-oh, like, two down tonight
Shoot up the streets, gonna die tonight
Oh-oh, go, how could you know?
How do we stay in the hell we made?
Oh-oh, no, get down and pray
I think I'll get high like the DEA, oh-oh
Oh yeah, what can we say?
Where can we play with our guns today?
Oh-oh, like, two down tonight
Shoot up the streets, gonna die tonight
Oh-oh, go, how could you know?
How do we stay in the hell we made?
Oh-oh, no, get down and pray
I think I'll get high like the DEA, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Woo
And I'm sitting at the table
Drinking shots of ancient whiskey
'Cause I don't feel all that stable
Oh-oh-oh
Woo
We're in a fucking nightmare
There's a hundred-thousand victims
If we can't protect them safely
Then they die from their complexion
Oh-oh, first though
Start up the show
Get up and aim 'cause we're ready to go
Oh no, what can we say?
Where can we play with our guns today?
Oh-oh, like, two down tonight
Shoot up the streets, gonna die tonight, oh-oh
Violence in the city
And it feels like a coffin
Things seem normal when we're talking
But we're racing to the bottom
Oh-oh, first though
Light up the show
Pull on your reigns 'cause we're ready to go
Oh yeah, what can we say?
Where can we play with our guns today?
Oh-oh, like, two down tonight
Shoot up the streets, gonna die tonight
Oh-oh, go, how could you know?
How do we stay in the hell we made?
Oh-oh, no, get down and pray
I think I'll get high like the DEA, oh-oh
Oh yeah, what can we say?
Where can we play with our guns today?
Oh-oh, like, two down tonight
Shoot up the streets, gonna die tonight
Oh-oh, go, how could you know?
How do we stay in the hell we made?
Oh-oh, no, get down and pray
I think I'll get high like the DEA, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Woo
Credits
Writer(s): Tom Delonge, Matthew Rubano, Ilan Samuel Rubin, Aaron Rubin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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