Rabbit Junk - Guns lyrics
[Rabbit Junk - Guns lyrics]
It was the light the heat
The sweat the beat
It was the light the heat
The sweat the beat
It was the guns
It was the light the sound
The message the round
It was the guns the heat
The timing it was the beat
I saw you there like a light
Another choice another fight
Another life one more chance
To end the night to get it right
It was the guns hunger, sex and violence
Are the only things that still make sense
It was the guns it was the guns
It was the guns
And I can read you like a letter
Every stolen line making you look better
It was the guns the myth
The glitter the killer
It was the light the sound
The blindness all around
It was the skin the hair
The danger it was the there
It was the guns
Hunger, sex and violence
Are the only things that still make sense
It was the guns it was the guns
It was the guns it was the guns
It was the light the heat
The sweat the beat
It was the light the heat
The sweat the beat
It was my guns
Hunger, sex and violence
Are the only things that still make sense
Hunger, sex and violence
Are the only things that still make sense
It was the guns
It was the guns it was the guns
It was the guns
It was the guns it was the guns
It was the guns it was the light
The heat the sweat
The beat it was the light
The heat the sweat
The beat it was the guns
The sweat the beat
It was the light the heat
The sweat the beat
It was the guns
It was the light the sound
The message the round
It was the guns the heat
The timing it was the beat
I saw you there like a light
Another choice another fight
Another life one more chance
To end the night to get it right
It was the guns hunger, sex and violence
Are the only things that still make sense
It was the guns it was the guns
It was the guns
And I can read you like a letter
Every stolen line making you look better
It was the guns the myth
The glitter the killer
It was the light the sound
The blindness all around
It was the skin the hair
The danger it was the there
It was the guns
Hunger, sex and violence
Are the only things that still make sense
It was the guns it was the guns
It was the guns it was the guns
It was the light the heat
The sweat the beat
It was the light the heat
The sweat the beat
It was my guns
Hunger, sex and violence
Are the only things that still make sense
Hunger, sex and violence
Are the only things that still make sense
It was the guns
It was the guns it was the guns
It was the guns
It was the guns it was the guns
It was the guns it was the light
The heat the sweat
The beat it was the light
The heat the sweat
The beat it was the guns