Guns Songtext
von Oil

Would bring your guns
Sour guns, to kill me
Save no guns, I′m not afraid
Would you keep your joy
Sweet sick joy, away
Sweet sick joy you're out of reach
Send me back where I belong
To swallow all the bullets on my own
Send me back where I belong I′ll get rid of all this grief all alone
I would use your knives
Cold sharp knives
So sweetly
That my arms may not bleed
I would heal my wounds
Rotten wounds
So neatly
That my soul may not feel