Young Gun

Any little thing that you want, young gun

Someone's got a footfull to feed

Spent your twenties rotating 'round like a hot dog

Sweating like a gas station meat

When it's easy

They want it bad

When you're needed

They turn their back

Lucky lottery, oh baby

Must be nice to be out living the dream

Spent a twenty buying a case for the old crew

Haven't seen their faces in weeks

All my friends keep dropping dead

But recovery's the narrative

All I want

Is an easy way out of what it isn't

Nothing's easy when it counts

Sliding backwards, striking out

Now open your еyes

All that you want, young gun

Gotta keep eyes on thе prize

All that you want, young gun

Everything comes for a price

'Cause nothing's easy when it counts

So wring your guts out, play it loud

Take to drinking, burning out

Now open your eyes