Music Lyrics Scared of Guns by John Wesley Harding
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Well, the power of the bullet is fascinating Theyre polishing the luga facsimiles The little kids grow up imitating Cowboys shoot indians before puberty Dont get me to the battle on time Id be useless in the front line Dont point that thing at me You know Im scared of guns You can argue, say its harmless In the nightmare fairground gallery Were all under pain of death To keel right over gracefully I ached to be a uniform man And toss that baton in a marching band Dont point that thing at me You know Im scared of guns Im scared of guns, theyre out of your hands Im scared of guns, they might go bang Im scared of guns, hey joe, theyre out of control Im scared of guns, fear eat the soul Dont shoot me I wanna put flowers in the barrels Like the famous photo, understand That Id rather get hit on the head That hold cold metal in my hand The new arrival, the latest addition The little boys running out of ammunition Dont point that thing at me You know Im scared of guns |
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