 Gun lyrics ( Weddings parties anything )   
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Artist : Weddings parties anything
Song : Gun
(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, 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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