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Hey baby don’t wake up so fast
Some alcohol’s in my stomach
Shitty music is filled with eardrum
I just want to find,“Where’s my gun?”
In the distance sat a smoker
Smiling like a shameless cheater
The last favorite drink is called tequila
So please tell me that,“Where’s my brain?”
I’ve been looking for my dealer
And these faces made me sicker
People pretend to make peaceful gestures
I couldn’t help laughing,“Where’s my brain?”
I’m about to throw up
Lights turn to psycho
Time’s helping them wash dirty hands
Then tell the f**kin’ truth
“Where’s my gun?”
(I know the city is getting dark)
(I know the world is getting sick)
(I know you have too many faces)
(I know that’s the f**kin’ truth)
I haven’t found it in the conor
I haven’t found it in my bag
Telling everybody that’s all bullshit
I just want to know where’s my gun
So just break the honor
Then beating freaky bitches
Don’t let me down to dirty water
Just tell me that where’s my gun