Gun - The Durutti Column

18 Years of American dream

Parading violence on the TV screen

See bullets and blood

But I don’t hear the scream

When it’s over it feels like a dream

Did it cease anything (x4)

Yeah I got your letter but I think it’s come too late

It’s too full of anger and you’re burn out with hate

Where have you been hiding

All this pain in your heart

I should have seen this was coming

I should have known from the start

I did not say it for you (x4)

I am gonna get myself a gun

I’ll use it on myself

I don’t care where I go

So long as its somewhere else

Away from depression, anxiety and pain

Away from the place

Did you see see me (x4)