The same story; the rise, the fall, the glory

I wait for the dawn to rise on yours

Still more pretending, hoping for the ending

I watch but I don’t hear your words

 

If this is shootin’ the breeze, give me my gun back

If this fits in to your piece, I’m willing to let it smash

Coz this ain’t my mistake to make, you’re giving more than I can take but

If this is all you’ve got to move your tongue

Then give me back my gun

 

Keep a clear mark now if you’re gonna shoot my heart out

And meet my eye with your goodbye

Silence is deadly, this fire’s no longer friendly

I’d rather hear that shot than hear your lies

 

If this is shootin’ the breeze, give me my gun back

If this fits in to your piece, I’m willing to let it smash

Coz this ain’t my mistake to make, you’re giving more than I can take but

If this is all you’ve got to move your tongue

Then give me back my gun

 

If this is shootin’ the breeze, give me my gun back

If this fits in to your piece, I’m willing to let it smash

Coz this ain’t my mistake to make, you’re giving more than I can take but

If this is all you’ve got to move your tongue

Then give me back my gun

Give me back my gun, my gun

Give me back my gun