Looking down the barrel of a gun 

Can't see what you have won 

Underline putting the emphasis on fun 

catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye 

of all the traits I try to hide 



Don't beat yourself up about the future 

just drink yourself into another stupor 

We're middle class, white 

Suburban males 



Nothing that is said or is spoken 

Puts the truth in the open 

No regrets we don't lie about our sheltered lives 

I didn't realise that it mattered 

where you came from 

Take a look at yourself 



Looking down the barrel of a gun 

Can't see what you have won 

Why try to hide when you might 

just as well have been crucified 

Why be ashamed when there's nothing that can be done 

Take a look at yourself