Lyrics:

Hold The Gun
way Deep Down
look Out Young Son
look Out Young Son

good Things Coming
cause The Good Thing's Coming

shotguns With No Guns
shot Army With No Army At All

i Don't Know What Is Worse
and I Can't Tell What Is The Best
people In Size, The Way Of The World
dealing With Despise The Sound Of Shaking Paper
guess What I Found Out
you
too