| Barrel Of A Gun |
| (Ultra, 1996) |
|
Do
you mean this horny creep
Set upon weary feet Who looks in need of sleep That doesnt come This twisted, tortured mess This bed of sinfulness Whos longing for some rest And feeling numb What do you exspect of me What is it you want Whatever youve planned for me Im not the one A vicious appetite Visits me each night And wont be satisfied Wont be denied An unbearable pain A beating in my brain That leaves the mark of Cain Right here inside What am I supposed to do What everything that Ive done Is leading me to conclude Im not the one Whatever Ive done Ive been staring down The barrel of a gun Is there something you need from me Are you having your fun I never agreed to be Your holy one Whatever Ive done Ive been staring down The barrel of a gun |