Gunpowder

Here we go, easy flow

The setting sun is sinking low

Watch it now, wait for the flash

You got the view if you got the cash

A little powder from the gun

On everything and everyone

Shooting doves out of the sky

I just like to, I don’t know why

Robbing cradles and the graves

Just realistic, not depraved

Yawn and stretch, my little cats

I’m the water in your taps

I’m your sidewalk and your street

I own the bones, own the meat

Own the thoughts you ain’t had yet

My little fish caught in the net

My little fish caught in the net

A little powder from the gun

Nothing but a blazing sun

Draining all the rivers dry

I just like to, I don’t know why

I just like to, I don’t know why

Voices down an empty hall

You’ll never see me at all

You will never see my face

And then my kids will own this place

And then my kids will own yours, too

If you were me, wouldn’t you?

A little powder from the gun

Little soldiers run and run

Silver birds up in the sky

There’s nothing that escapes my eye

There’s nothing that escapes my eye

There’s nothing that escapes my eye

There’s nothing that escapes my eye

There’s nothing that escapes my eye

There’s nothing that escapes my eye

There’s nothing that escapes my eye

There’s nothing that escapes my eye