كلمات Fears of Gun

Gun wears his alcoholism well Finger in bottle and swingin it still From bed to sink and back again Clock is crawlin round the same Hes bustin clock (he hates its face) Just sittin and talkin to heart and ticks Talkin back to clock in slow and studied kicks The fears of gun are the fears of everyone. Fingers down the throat of love Fingers down the throat of love Fingers down the throat of love Love! love! Gun does the waltz around the room Collecting table and chairs and sofa and so on and so on Gun wears his best blue suit, now lets take to the sky well go dancin and eatin it up Get a bottle and push it on down And lets just beat it up Transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely song Saying where she gone? where she gone? The fears of gun are the fears of everyone. Fingers down the throat of love Fingers down the throat of love Fingers down the throat of love Love! love!