Слова и текст песни Perry and The Poor Boys — Guns
I can always have some fun
Everyone’s always giving me guns
Pull back the hammer I look around
Spot some careless woman on the ground
My finger points at her in shame
Another in dirt writes my name
I squeeze the trigger now I’m done
Everyone’s always giving me guns
We can always have some fun
Everyone’s always giving me guns
And you know he’s on the run
Everyone’s always giving me guns
Shy I’m not, I’d shoot you in a minute
Better not turn your back on me
I’m Loaded up, I’m ready
I hold the gun up to your head
Another points back at me instead
I raise my hands up to the sky
It feels so good, I don’t know why
We can always have some fun
Everyone’s always giving me guns
And you know he’s on the run
Everyone’s always giving me guns