Modern Gunslinger - Floating Action

Livin' downtown, livin' all alone

On the fifteenth floor, looking down

Down to the ground, cry before I go

He’s eatin' chitlins right up to the neck

Everything’s still except the train in his mind

Roarin' louder than the voice of his trigger

Everyone stops because they secretly love

Seeing a mind versus target in a showdown

The modern gunslinger’s waiting for you

Natural world turned upside-down

The modern gunslinger’s waiting for you

Moving house to house, moving field to field

Is it even worthwhile to say

That the powers of allure couldn’t meet his demands?

It’s hard to run when the temperature’s falling