She Gots a Gun Lyrics

Four leafed clover
Evil eyes
Thoughts are deceptive
This ain't paradise
Believe what you see
Believe what you feel
Immortally foolish
So categorized
Thoughts of tomorrow
Tear me apart
I think of the past
You're the pain of my heart
Once dead to the world
What's right?
What's wrong?
Hot wind cold night
Demons light is shining bright

I looked at you
I looked at her hand
She gots a gun
I looked at you

I can feel
I can touch
I can see
I can kill
I'm not a god
I'm a man
Look
Listen
Oh, why don't you understand?
That I speak of joy
I speak of hunger
Speak of sadness
I speak of pain
I speak of the wasted
Times of worry
Can you remember?
Remember our pain?
I looked at you
I looked at her hand
She gots a gun
I looked at you
Look at her hand
Look at her hand
Take it away from her
I gotta live some more

I looked at you
I looked at her hand
She gots a gun
I looked at you

I looked at you
I looked at her hand
She gots a gun
I looked at you
I looked at the trigger
The flash of the gun
Oh no