Derek Webb - The Proverbial Gun lyrics
[Derek Webb - The Proverbial Gun lyrics]
Now i can buy the proverbial gun
And shoot the proverbial child
While my uncle looks me in the eye
And speaks of freedom
And my conscience goes up on trial
In the courtrooms of the mind
Where the judges all have sons
And all the lawyers are wounded
And the backs are all broke
And the bailiff is my brother
And the witness is my sister
And i’m guilty as hell
But by the afternoon i’m out
Out on the pavement walking
Wreaking of salt and blood
No hat upon my head no shoes upon my feet
Picking your body from my teeth
No stars above me no stripes upon me free
And shoot the proverbial child
While my uncle looks me in the eye
And speaks of freedom
And my conscience goes up on trial
In the courtrooms of the mind
Where the judges all have sons
And all the lawyers are wounded
And the backs are all broke
And the bailiff is my brother
And the witness is my sister
And i’m guilty as hell
But by the afternoon i’m out
Out on the pavement walking
Wreaking of salt and blood
No hat upon my head no shoes upon my feet
Picking your body from my teeth
No stars above me no stripes upon me free