You, father, you ever wonder

found out what you are, wishing on a star

Or if my dealt card has numbed the pain you laid



I got a gun

And nothing to say

I'm on the run

And now it's time to pay



You, father, you ever dare

question words of blame

Hen of guilt and shame

Or this world I've drained

Flushing hopes of today



I got a gun

And nothing to say

I'm on the run

Blow yourself away

I gotta gun

And nothing to say

I'm on the run

And now it's time to play