Under the Gun - Supreme Beings Of Leisure

I've been accused I've been abused

Sometimes missused and yes confused

A loaded pen I dip again

Another trigger happy friend

I don't know why I continue to fly

In the face of reason

Something inside me just clicked

Like a tick from an awful season

Under the gun under the gun

I'm swimming through the sun

And I ain't tripping on a thing

Under the gun under the gun

I'm swimming through the sun

I ain't tripping on a thing

I've been afraid to drive at night

I've been a sinner such a lonely sight

Not qualified not rarified

I persevere I give it all my might

I don't know why you continue to cry

That I'll never make it

At least there's some truth

To the fact that you know I just can not fake it

Under the gun under the gun

I'm swimming through the sun

I ain't tripping on a thing

Under the gun under the gun

I'm swimming through the sun

I ain't tripping on a thing

Under the gun under the gun

I'm swimming through the sun

I ain't tripping on a thing

Under the gun under the gun

I'm swimming through the sun

I ain't tripping on a thing

Under the gun under the gun

I'm swimming through the sun

Under the gun under the gun

I'm swimming through the sun

Under the gun under the gun

I'm swimming through the sun

Under the gun under the gun

Under the gun under the gun

Under the gun under the gun

Under the gun under the gun

Under the gun