The Gun

We were still waiting

For some kind of endless fun

But we got so bored

So we dream of some kind of weapon

Some kind of Uzi

To shoot through the clouds

Airplanes and things unseen

Flying through the endless night

Shutting down the blackened screen

Landing in Pattaya

Clouds, pills and alcohol

Last night, I almost died

On an endless night flight

And I'm drunk on kerosene

And I'm drunk on kerosene

(And I'm drunk on kerosene)

(Yes, I'm drunk on kerosene)

We were waiting

For some kind of virtue

A new kind of weapon

Oh, we almost died

And screamed on our lovers

On our brothers and sisters

On everyone else

Here is the gun

Here is your gun