Under the Gun - Supreme Beings of Leisure

I’ve been accused I’ve been abused

Sometimes missused and yes confused

A loaded pen I dip again

Another trigger happy friend

I don’t know why I continue to fly

In the face of reason

Something inside me just clicked

Like a tick from an awful season

Under the gun under the gun

I’m swimming through the sun

And I ain’t tripping on a thing

Under the gun under the gun

I’m swimming through the sun

I ain’t tripping on a thing

I’ve been afraid to drive at night

I’ve been a sinner such a lonely sight

Not qualified not rarified

I persevere I give it all my might

I don’t know why you continue to cry

That I’ll never make it

At least there’s some truth

To the fact that you know I just cannot fake it

Under the gun under the gun

I’m swimming through the sun

I ain’t tripping on a thing

Under the gun under the gun

I’m swimming through the sun

I ain’t tripping on a thing

Under the gun under the gun

I’m swimming through the sun

I ain’t tripping on a thing

Under the gun under the gun

I’m swimming through the sun

I ain’t tripping on a thing …