Gun Lyrics

Did the gun sit down devise a scheme in the night?
Did it drive itself to the murder site? Guns push air out but do they
breath air in?
Was it trying to commit suicide by throwing itself into the bin?

Does a gun really have a living heart and a soul? Can a gun really exercise
self-control? Will its name be written in G-ds scroll at death will it go up
to heaven or will it go down to Sheol?

I think it is good if you own something with a muzzle. Are we civilized?
Yet we live in a concrete jungle. There are not many animals some men are
beasts.
My friend listen who wants to end up in the morgue end up deceased.

Lyrics by Davyd Homan

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