Ben Watt - The Gun
His family lives out in a gated community
It makes them believe in a magic immunity
'Armed response' signs under the orange tree
And beyond the razor wire
you can see the glittering sea
Cold-eyed cameras watch every door
There's no public
access to the beach or the shore
Private patrol cars but that's a joke
It's just two guys napping
and sipping on diet-coke
And as the weekend comes well here's a thought
Neighbours relax with guns and shooting sports
And most of the men going rat-a-tat-tat
Well they haven't got any problem with that
Until one day a stray bullet travelling straight
Adds our hero on
his skateboard to the death rate
Leaving his mother inconsolable
And of course the gun law it's controllable
And back by the gate
The patrol car glides
And bad luck stalks the roadsides
Who decides who holds
and who doesn't hold the gun
And who's going to solve it with another one
Who's going to solve it with another one
The bus rolls through the steep streets nearby
In the late afternoons
the long shadows they soften and dry
The wooden beach houses
I see the chairs on the lawn
And books in the window
And an oncoming thunderstorm
And into the thickening sky
I watch the bonfires flare
Black smoke melts
into the blanket of night air
They threw a wreath
into the ocean last night
It was bobbing beneath
the stars and the moonlight
And back by the gate
The patrol car glides
And bad luck stalks the roadsides
Who decides who holds and
who doesn't hold the gun
And who's going to
solve it with another one
Who's going to solve it with another one
Who's going to solve it with another one
Who's going
Who's going to solve it with another one
I'll meet you down by the water
I'll meet you down by the water
Meet you meet you down by the water
Meet you meet you down by the water
Meet you meet you down by the water
Oh...
I'll meet you down by the water
I'll meet you down by the water