Look out ahead I see danger come I want a pistol I want a gun I'm scared, baby I wanna run This world's crazy Give me the gun
Baby, baby Ain't it true I'm immortal When I'm with you? But I want a pistol In my hand I wanna go to A different land
I met a man He told me straight "You gotta leave, It's getting late" Too many cops Too many guns All trying to do something No-one else has done
Baby, baby Ain't it true I'm immortal When I'm with you? But I want a pistol In my hand I wanna go to A different land
Sometimes it rains so hard And I feel the hurt In my heart Feels like the end of the world I see the children Sharp as knives I see the children Dead and alive Beautiful people Beautiful girls I just feel like It's the end of the world
I walk on concrete I walk on sand But I can't find A safe place to stand I'm scared, baby I wanna run This world's crazy Gimme the gun
Baby, baby Ain't it true I'm immortal When I'm with you? But I want a pistol In my hand I wanna go to A different land
Compositor: Polly Jean Harvey (P J Harvey) (PRS)Editor: Hot Head Music Ltd.Publicado em 2000ECAD verificado obra #12784534 e fonograma #1957632 em 11/Abr/2024