Guns

Your name is devastation.
You filled us with frustration.
You could have fooled anyone.
We had it all, the lucky ones.

So you stood us up, and you let us down.
And now you're backing off, and so we're running away.
I think your brain got lost in the airwaves.

Why are you so scared of running from its takers.
And why were you so afraid of staying in the same place.

Boys, grab your guns, its all in good fun.
We're making 'em run, making 'em run.
Why should I feel bad, I'm the one with the gun in my hand.

I think its time we said goodbye,
you're wasting all our time, wasting our time.
Why do you feel bad, you're the one with nothing on the line?

It's such a shame how you were so afraid
of losing it all, losing it all.

It's such a shame how it all went down this way.
Oh, thank God, tomorrow's a new day.