"Guns.Guns...Guns" as written by and John Baldwin Gourley....
Where have all the people gone
Whose lives are no longer of use to them?
But this system by its habit forming myths
But this single file is so contagious
Black eyes breed gossip like
These perverts and perversions alike
Just like this perverts and perversions

Hibernate while you're still young
You are getting older
So much older
So much older than you think still
Not far but years away
Your hands'll snake out in a serpent smile

Crank the tap.
Itch.
Brimming with suspicions
The burrows are brimming with suspicions

Where have all the people gone
Whose guns are gold cold son of a bitch
“I'll travel anywhere I like"
He says "I'll travel anywhere I please.”
Your guns, big guns, suck life.
These perverts and perversions alike
Just like this perverts and perversions

Hibernate while you're still young
You are getting older
So much older
So much older than you think still
Not far but years away
Your hands'll snake out in a serpent smile

Crank the tap.
Itch.
Brimming with suspicions
The burrows are brimming with suspicions

Where have all the trumpets gone,
that played us "la-da da-da-daaa"?

The priest’s on the boat
And hell is on its way


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    General CommentTo me this song is about how easy and contagious it is to falll into the "system" -"But this system bites habit forming
    But this single file is so contagious" and theres no more original people" Where have all the people gone
    Whose guns are gold cold son of a bitch " they all just fall into the "system" and don't care about being themselves cause it's easier to just fall in line.
    humble_024on February 28, 2007   Link

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