45 - Shinedown

Send away for a priceless gift

One not subtle, one not on the list

Send away for a perfect world

One not simply, so absurd

In these times of doing what you’re told

You keep these feelings, no one knows

What ever happened to the young man’s heart

Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

And I’m staring down the barrel of a 45,

Swimming through the ashes of another life

No real reason to accept the way things have changed

Staring down the barrel of a 45

Send a message to the unborn child