Letra de Holy Shotgun

Home or no home Back from the war son Left my mind in the barrel of a gun Holy shotgun Home or no home Black from the burned bones Lost my mind in the barrel of a gun Holy shotgun At the end of the world there is wana under the water Little black knives that cut like the teeth of a piranha Something died under white light at the campsite When they said you’re going to get in the water Mine not my mind Mine is gone mom Nothing to do still playing with my gun High as a kite mom Son what have they done I traded for another one I traded for a seat at the table for one I traded for some money and a gun Son what have they done