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 emphasize, the way of the world

Dealing with despise the sound of shaking paper

Guess what I found out

You

Too