Weddings Parties Anything - Gun Lyrics

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(steel)

A bunch of withered roses lie a faded silhouette

Caught you jumpin' in the deep end last night but it hasn't happened yet.

They're tying up your body with some rusty number 8 and they say

Too early with your run son.

Too early with your run.

A bunch of worn-out ockers the local magistrate

Go down to kicking at the altar when the evening's getting late

And the scene is much too busy the prizes are so obviously fakes

Too early with your run son

Too early with your run.

And what you doing with that gun son

Tell me what you doing with that gun?

You don't believe in killing someone's trying to kill you

You don't actually want answers just the odd clue

And the timing moves to overdrive and no-one wants to get in touch with you

Too early with your run son

Too early with your run.

Next time you'll take anything you wonder if you think too much

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Hoping just for anything to readjust your senses

No-one believes in that these days no-one's really taking chances

Too early with your run son

Too early with your run.

And what you doing with that gun son

Tell me what you doing with that gun?

Yeahhh...what you doing what you doing

What you doing what you doing hey

With that gun?

Bunch of withered roses lie tathra by the sea

A four am hotel carpark a vicious memory

They're wrapping up your body it's an ambulance charade

They're telling you

Too early with your run son

Too early with your run.

And what you doing with that gun son

Tell me what you doing with that gun?

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