Lyrics:

I've been accused I've been abused Sometimes missused and yes confused A loaded pen I dip again Another trigger happy friend I don't know why I continue to fly In the face of reason Something inside me just clicked Like a tick from an awful season Under the gun under the gun I'm swimming through the sun And I ain't tripping on a thing Under the gun under the gun I'm swimming through the sun I ain't tripping on a thing I've been afraid to drive at night I've been a sinner such a lonely sight Not qualified not rarified I persevere I give it all my might I don't know why you continue to cry That I'll never make it At least there's some truth To the fact that you know I just cannot fake it Under the gun under the gun I'm swimming through the sun I ain't tripping on a thing Under the gun under the gun I'm swimming through the sun I ain't tripping on a thing Under the gun under the gun I'm swimming through the sun I ain't tripping on a thing Under the gun under the gun I'm swimming through the sun I ain't tripping on a thing ...