Fears Of Gun

(álbum: The Bad Seed - 1983)

Gun wears his alcoholism well
Finger in bottle and swinging it still
From bed to sink and back again
Clock is crawling round the same
He's busting clock (he hates its face)
Just sitting and talking to heart and ticks
Talking back to clock in slow and studied kicks
The fears of gun are the fears of everyone

Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Love! Love!

Gun does the waltz around the room
Collecting table and chairs and sofa and so on and so on
Gun wears his best blue suit, now let's take to the sky
'We'll go dancing and eating it up
Get a bottle and push it on down'
And let's just beat it up
Transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely song
Saying 'where she gone? where she gone?'
The fears of gun are the fears of everyone

Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Love! Love!