Hold the gun
Way deep down
Look out young son
Look out young son
Good things coming
Cause the good thing's coming
Shotguns with no guns
Shot army with no army at all
I don't know what is worse
And I can't tell what is the best
People emphasize the weight of the world
Demons despise the sound of shaking paper
Guess what I found out
You
Did
Too
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