Shaking Paper

Hold the gun

Way deep down

Look out young son

Look out young son



A good things is coming

'Cause the good thing's coming



Shotguns with no guns

Shot army with no army at all



I don't know what is worse

And I can't tell what is the best

People emphasize the way of the world

Demons despise the sound of shaking paper

Guess what I found out

You do too