Pop Gun War Songtext
von Doomtree

[Sims]
My name is John Wayne on accident.
Cash: demon, villain.
Woke to a bad dream.
The vaccine keeps spilling.
A city of millions,
Civilians still feel isolated.
Well they picked up and matched it now,
For the gas price inflation.
So siphon the patience,
Born of a bad creation.
Such intelligent design,
Call in a school board atheist.
Nothing but walls, To separate the space we in.
And everything is so beautiful.
Generation pharmaceutical soothed,
Plugging away in a cubical til′ the units improve.
Face to the sun but there's fumes in the view.
I keep my face to the sun but there′s fumes in the view. (the view)
Humans consumed in what's holding em' down,
Hands and gears ticking ticking ticking,
Times running out.
Squeeze another drop outta that rock,
Now bust a style.
Living in the battery,
Alkaline dumping out.


So you′re walking down that line huh?
You think your time′s up?
(Shit) They got you fired up.
Let's walk it side by side
Seeing eye to eye
Break through the borderlines
Gotta organize
X2

I turn the stiffer ear
Yield up when the liquor tears
The sickness here
But you still missing the bigger picture here
They let the viscous steer
Wallow and sit in fear
If only for the second
They could remove
Time to look up and watch the satellites move
Self-centered nation
So self consumed
So hung up
So tired and spun around
Tired of the run-around
So throw the rudder down
I see a lot of people
I meet a lot of problems
Think of all the ways to adding up the microcosms
In the bigger scheme
All of it means nothing
So quit that mean mugging
That aint complete running
Nobody pleased at how it be
Act like they need something
I feel that same flutter
I feel that same buzzing
But I want the diamond in your charcoal soul
Live from the furnace sims and beak came to burn it

So you′re walking down that line huh?
You think your time's up?
(Shit) They got you fired up.
Let′s walk it side by side
Seeing eye to eye
Break through the borderlines
Gotta organize
Come off to the fame.
What's in name?
Whatever saves your soul
Or Paves an interstate
Let′s walk it side by side
Seeing eye to eye
Break through the borderlines
Gotta organize

And all of this is so big and so small
Follow that bouncing ball
Follow that bouncing ball
And your problem's so big and so small
Follow that bouncing ball
Follow that bouncing ball
And this mess is so big and so small
Follow that bouncing ball
Follow that bouncing ball
So hung up
So tired and spun around
Tired of the run-around
So throw the rudder down