Lyrics

Shadows move in the afternoon
We’re the only ones awake dreaming
You’ve got a right to use incremental moves
From the faucet to the drain

Now that baby’s got a gun
And I’m staring at the record
Now that baby’s got a gun
And I can see it spinning

I’d like to see what you’re tracing back to me
I’ll be poor on your time, and I’ll be rich on mine
From the faucet to the drain

Now that baby’s got a gun
And I’m staring at the record
Now that baby’s got a gun
And I can see it spinning

Don’t you find it strange
When the life you lead can rearrange?
And don’t you find it strange
When your temple of gunpowder is blowing away?