Tekst piosenki "Gun" - Uncle Tupelo

Gun

if you find yourself standing
at the end of your line
looking for a piece of something
maybe a piece of mind
fed up, lost, and run down
nowhere to hold on
tired of, take your place at the end son
we'll get to you one by one

no light ever shines
dead end tears that dry
maybe a waste of words and time
never a waste of life
every hour will be spent
filling a quota, just getting alonghandcuffs hurt worse
when you've done nothing wrong

no thanks to the treadmill
no thanks to the grindstone
there's plenty of dissent from
these rungs below
the clockwork of destruction
hanging low over our heads
always a smokestack cloud
or a slow-walking death

no light ever shines
dead-end tears that dry
maybe a waste of words and time
never a waste of life

no thanks to the treadmill
no thanks to the grindstone
there's plenty of dissent from
these rungs below
the clockwork of destruction
hanging low over our heads
always a smokestack cloud
or a slow-walking death

no light ever shines
dead-end tears that dry
maybe a waste of words and time
never a waste of life
maybe a waste of words and time
never a waste of life

Inne teksty tego wykonawcy:

Anodyne	Atomic Power
Black Eye	Chickamauga
Coalminers	Cold Shoulder
Criminals	D Bonn
Discarded	Fall Down Easy
Fatal Wound	Fifteen Keys
Give Back the Key to My Heart	Grindstone
Gun	High Water
I Wish My Baby Was Born	If Thats Alright
John Hardy	Lilli Schull
Looking for a Way Out	Moonshiner
New Madrid	No Depression
No Sense in Lovin	Nothing
Postcard	Punch Drunk
Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down	Sauget Wind
Shaky Ground	Slate
Steal the Crumbs	Still Be Around
The Long Cut	True to Life
Wait Up	Warfare
Watch Me Fall	Weve Been Had
Wipe the Clock

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