Life as a Gun Songtext
von Gold Class

Cannonball of hope
Young limbs sexed up
My life as a gun
My life as a gun

War on two feet
Service miscreant
My life as a gun
My life as a gun

You can hold your finger on
You can hold your finger on
You can hold your finger on
Your finger on the trigger

Torn from red dirt,
Inherited her hurt
My life as a gun
My life as a gun


Cold in your room
Oh, how I like you,
My life as a gun
My life as a gun

You can hold your finger on
You can hold your finger on
You can hold your finger on
Your finger on the trigger

They can't get to me
There's work to be done
Apple's off the tree
Apple's dead and gone
I was better then
Too good to be told
What I could have been
How was I to know?

You can hold your finger on
You can hold your finger on
You can hold your finger on
Your finger on the trigger


They can't get to me
There's work to be done
Apple's off the tree
Apple's dead and gone
I was better then
Too good to be told
What I could have been
How was I to know?

Your breath on my neck
Makes me want to fight
To make you feel safe
Let the past go by
Everything I've learned
I'll use until I've won
You can have it all
My life as a gun