Send away for a priceless gift.
One not subtle,
one not on the list.
Send away for a perfect world.
One not simply,
so absurd.
In these times of doing what you're told,
keep these feelings,
no one knows.
What ever happened
to the young man's heart.
Swallowed with pain,
as he slowly fell apart.
And I'm staring down the barrel of a .45.
Swimming through the ashes of another life.
No real reason to accept the way things have changed.
Staring down the barrel of a .45.
Send a message to the unborn child.
Keep your eyes open
for a while.
In a box
high up on the shelf,
left for you,
no one else.
There's a piece
of a puzzle known as life,
wrapped in guilt,
sealed up tight.
What ever happened
to the young man's heart?
Swallowed by pain,
as he slowly fell apart.
And I'm staring down the barrel of a .45.
Swimming through the ashes of another life.
No real reason to accept the way things have changed.
Staring down the barrel of a .45.
Everyone's pointing their fingers.
Always condemning me.
Nobody knows
what I believe,
I believe.
And I'm staring down the barrel of a .45.
Swimming through the ashes of another life.
No real reason to accept the way things have changed.
Staring down the barrel of a .45.
And I'm staring down the barrel of a .45.
And I'm swimming through the ashes of another life.
There is no real reason to accept the way things have changed.
Staring down the barrel of a .45.
.45.
Staring down the barrel of a .45.
