Fears Of Gun
Gun wears his alcoholism well
Finger in bottle & swingin' it still
From bed to sink & back again
Clock is crawlin' round the same
He's bustin' clock (he hates its face)
Just sittin' & talkin' to heart & ticks
Talkin' back to clock in slow & studied kicks
The fears of gun are the fears of everyone.
Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Love! love!
Gun does the waltz around the room
Collecting table & chairs & sofa & so on & so on
Gun wears his best blue suit, now let's take to the sky
'we'll go dancin' & eatin' it up
Get a bottle & push it on down'
And let's just beat it up
Transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad & lonely song
Saying 'where she gone? where she gone?'
The fears of gun are the fears of everyone.
Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Love! love!
