Now I can buy the proverbial gun
And shoot the proverbial child
When my uncle looks me in the eye
And speaks of freedom
My conscience goes up on trial
In the courtrooms of the mind
Where the judges all have sons
And all the lawyers all were dead
And the backs are all broke
And the bailiff is my brother
And the witness is my sister
And I'm guilty as hell
And by the afternoon I'm out
On the pavement walking
Reeking of salt and blood
No hair upon my head
No shoes upon my feet
Picking your body from my teeth
No stars above me
No stripes upon me
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Derek Webb - The Proverbial Gun Lyrics
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Now I can buy the proverbial gun
And shoot the proverbial child
When my uncle looks me in the eye
And speaks of freedom
My conscience goes up on trial
In the courtrooms of the mind
Where the judges all have sons
And all the lawyers all were dead
And the backs are all broke
And the bailiff is my brother
And the witness is my sister
And I'm guilty as hell
And by the afternoon I'm out
On the pavement walking
Reeking of salt and blood
No hair upon my head
No shoes upon my feet
Picking your body from my teeth
No stars above me
No stripes upon me
Free (x10)
And shoot the proverbial child
When my uncle looks me in the eye
And speaks of freedom
My conscience goes up on trial
In the courtrooms of the mind
Where the judges all have sons
And all the lawyers all were dead
And the backs are all broke
And the bailiff is my brother
And the witness is my sister
And I'm guilty as hell
And by the afternoon I'm out
On the pavement walking
Reeking of salt and blood
No hair upon my head
No shoes upon my feet
Picking your body from my teeth
No stars above me
No stripes upon me
Free (x10)
Writer: DEREK W. WEBB, JOSHUA MOORE
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Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SERVICES, INC.