Under The Gun

Damon A. born in Santa Fe

To a lovely girl who knew nothing of the world

She said, "Baby boy, go for the fame, go for the fame"

He said, "I don't know, let me explain"

All his life, it was never right

Still he had his dream, made it work out in-between

Hearing "baby boy, go for the fame, go for the fame"

But they shut him down

So alone, guess I gotta find a home

Were we born to be...

So alone, guess I gotta find a home

Were we born to be alone?

Maya Mi hated Tennessee, so she packed her bag

Halfway gone she called her dad

He said, "Baby girl, if you want free, you won't see me"

She said, "Ok," and "just let me be"

Got some work, called the bosses "sir"

But although she tried, something's sick inside

Hearing, "Baby girl, if you want free, you won't see me"

And they shot her down

So alone, guess I gotta find a home

Were we born to be...

So alone, guess I gotta find a home

Were we born to be alone?

No, sorry, everybody wants their way

Everybody wants their way in the Promise Land

So sorry, everybody has to wait

Everybody has to wait in the Promise Land

It's been a long time, I need to go

Maybe I'll hit the road

What I'm trying to find, I don't even know

Maybe I'll hit the road