Life as a Gun - Gold Class

Cannonball of hope

Young limbs sexed up

My life as a gun

My life as a gun

War on two feet

Service miscreant

My life as a gun

My life as a gun

You can hold your finger on

You can hold your finger on

You can hold your finger on

Your finger on the trigger

Torn from red dirt

Inherited her hurt

My life as a gun

My life as a gun

Cold in your room

Oh, how I like you

My life as a gun

My life as a gun

You can hold your finger on

You can hold your finger on

You can hold your finger on

Your finger on the trigger

They can’t get to me

There’s work to be done

Apple’s off the tree

Apple’s dead and gone

I was better then

Too good to be told

What I could have been

How was I to know?

You can hold your finger on

You can hold your finger on

You can hold your finger on

Your finger on the trigger

They can’t get to me

There’s work to be done

Apple’s off the tree

Apple’s dead and gone

I was better then

Too good to be told

What I could have been

How was I to know?

Your breath on my neck

Makes me want to fight

To make you feel safe

Let the past go by

Everything I’ve learned

I’ll use until I’ve won

You can have it all

My life as a gun