Send away for a priceless gift.
One not subtle,
one not on the list.
And send away for a perfect world.
One not simply, so absurd.
Cause in these times of doing what you're told,
you keep these feelings, that no one knows.
So what ever happened to the young man's heart?
It's swallowed by pain,
as he slowly fell apart.

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
I'm swimming through the ashes of another life.
There's no real reason
to accept the way things have changed.
Staring down the barrel of a 45.

Send a message to the unborn child,
to keep your eyes open for a while,
cause in a box high up on his shelf,
it's left for you,
and no one else.
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life.
It's wrapped in guilt, and sealed up tight.

So what ever happened to the young man's heart?
It's swallowed by pain,
as he slowly fell apart.

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
I'm swimming through the ashes of another life.
There's no real reason
to accept the way things have changed.
Staring down the barrel of a 45.

Cause everyone's pointing their fingers.
Your always condemning me.
Well, nobody knows what I believe.
What I believe!

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
And I'm swimming through the ashes of another life.
There is no real reason
to accept the way things have changed.
Staring down the barrel of a 45.