Day of the Loaded Gun
We're living in times that are broken and bent
Where fragile is the word of the day
More looking to get that ever to give
Not worried at the come what may
There never is rest for the weary head
Or the seam of things come undone
It's no secret kept that what we have left
Is the day of the loaded gun
Battle sides drawn, which side is wrong
Depends on the side you're on
And those that wont play, go their own way
Preferring to be left alone
And alone we'll all be in this society
Of you either need to duck or run
Where losers will weep as the finders keep
In the day of the loaded gun
We fight all the time, the frame of mind
Of selfishness wants its own way
But if it wasn't for self then I ask you who else
Would give you the time of day
Did she pack up and leave because of you and me
Cause I ain't seen hide nor hair of love
Can anyone blame it for calling it quits
In the day of the loaded gun
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