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»Life of a Gun«

by Abdul Milazi, October 15, 2010

somebody pointed a gun at me the other day
I saw my end at the end of the barrel
I could smell my own fear
death stared at me with a smile
he didn't pull the trigger
I guess it wasn't my time

I went to the gun shop down the road
and bought my own gun
I now sleep with one eye shut
the other wide awake

I sit at a restaurant
munching on a burger
fiddling with the trigger
munching on a burger
fiddling with the trigger
munching on the trigger
fiddling with the burger
and blow my brains out

Written: March 2007
Tags: Crazy

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