Somewhere Down The Barrel
(Daniel Johns/Paul Mac)
somewhere from the mortar
they saved you from far away labels
eternity means nothing
but a sign on a bridge
when everyone’s a stranger
they call for you by your first name
and laugh at jokes you once made
when you were a kid
somewhere down the barrel
lies a bullet that i can’t keep
and in these waters i’m wading for a reason
after all, it’s in my head
i’m not a slave to a desperate lust
and in these waters i’m waiting for a reason after all…
screaming limitations
fall silent on new york corners
a terrorist’s a prisoner, and a tourist a thief
when paintings seem like bargains
but they’re nothing but wallpaper
i’m plagued by small town fascists
like a rash on my skin
somewhere down the barrel
lies a bullet that i can’t keep and
i’ve been searching for something more than distance
after all, it’s in my head
i’m not a slave to an unborn trust
and in these waters i’m waiting for a reason after all….after all….after all…
nah nah nah nah nah……………
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