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gun day A song about an urban maniac who finally snaps. © 1989 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1989 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)
no more cheek turning, the end, that's it
i got bugs in my coffee... the sky is crying the tv's looking at me and the radio's lying i go pop... i become a weapon stick a sign on the door that says... "gone stalking" kindness is weakness... kindness is weakness this is one of those days that's "one of those days" the horror boils over and i'm chokin' this city's a noose, packed with bad actors soft as a sales pitch...mtough as a tractor all the faces... too many faces, dirt and noise and... look out, you motherfuckers... this boy's poison kindness is weakness... kindness is weakness 'cause there's nothing wrong with you that a spanking won't fix and if a whack won't do it... we'll proceed to kicks and if stomping don't make it, take it further still 'cause if the boot won't do it, maybe a bullet will... "ONE DAY..." "SOME DAY..." "SOME DAY..." "TODAY..." "IT'S..." GUN DAY... GUN DAY, yessirreee GUN DAY... don't even look at me GUN DAY... would ya like a lead kiss? has it come to this? oh yeah, it's come to this! GUN DAY... GUN DAY i see rows of white crosses, crossed off, cross hairs so long, syonara, goodbye... who cares? cannons in my pockets, warming up the triggers a tiny little man feeling ten times bigger now, don't blame the weather... ain't the phase of the moon sunspots, hormones, help me... don't touch me shifting out of red into cold blue burn when will you ever learn? when will you ever learn? (that) kindness is weakness... kindness is weakness 'cause there's nothing wrong with you that a spanking won't fix and if a whack won't do it... we'll proceed to kicks and if stomping don't make it, take it further still 'cause if the boot won't do it, maybe a bullet will... "ONE DAY..." "SOME DAY..." "SOME DAY..." "TODAY..." "IT'S..." GUN DAY... GUN DAY, it's not pretty GUN DAY... god, i hate this city GUN DAY... man, this is fun! GUN DAY... how fast can you run? I HAVE TO DO THIS THING, I HAVE TO DO THIS THING boom! boom! black ones, white ones, hebrews, catholics a semi-automatic's very democratic if i was the fella with his finger on the button i'd push it in a second... no hesitation 'cause this planet's a toilet, plugged and stinking the whole damn human race, needs flushing and i'm the man to do it, says a voice in my head you can't kill me cause i'm already dead kindness is weakness...kindness is weakness 'cause there's nothing wrong with you that a spanking won't fix and if a ... STILL TALKING? NO MORE TALKING GUN DAY... c'mon hold still GUN DAY... didja write yer will? GUN DAY... here's one for you release this pressure with a boom boom boom boom ... and i become a man-thing ... and i become a man-thing ... and i become a man-thing ... and... i... just... ex... plode.
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