Scared Of Guns Lyrics by John Wesley Harding

Scared Of Guns Lyrics

    Well, the power of the bullet is fascinating
    They're polishing the luga facsimiles
    The little kids grow up imitating
    Cowboys shoot indians before puberty
    Don't get me to the battle on time
    I'd be useless in the front line
    Don't point that thing at me
    You know i'm scared of guns

    You can argue, say it's harmless
    In the nightmare fairground gallery
    We're all under pain of death
    To keel right over gracefully
    I ached to be a uniform man
    And toss that baton in a marching band
    Don't point that thing at me
    You know i'm scared of guns

    I'm scared of guns, they're out of your hands
    I'm scared of guns, they might go bang
    I'm scared of guns, hey joe, they're out of control
    I'm scared of guns, fear eat the soul
    Don't shoot me

    I wanna put flowers in the barrels
    Like the famous photo, understand
    That i'd rather get hit on the head
    That hold cold metal in my hand
    The new arrival, the latest addition
    The little boys running out of ammunition
    Don't point that thing at me
    You know i'm scared of guns

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