Run From the Gun (исполнитель: Dead Confederate)
I got mad at history Picked it up and fell in love with everything Men and pen and paper Like the wind you let ‘em in now they'll never leave. [bad word] from the gun don't be afraid [bad word] from the gun where the dead lay [bad word] from the gun don't be afraid [bad word] from the gun... You were sweet as poison Dried my mouth took me out and left me glad You did me no favors It was dumb and the last one that I ever had [bad word] from the gun don't be afraid [bad word] from the gun where the dead lay [bad word] from the gun don't be afraid [bad word] from the gun... It was loaded with the pressure Too much pressure to be measured I was holding off the wrong and the right... I got let down gently Never even knew the end was on the way Then I made my peace there Opened eyes and my surprise it was a waste [bad word] from the gun don't be afraid [bad word] from the gun where the dead lay [bad word] from the gun don't be afraid [bad word] from the gun..