Barrel Of A Gun

Do you mean this horny creep set upon weary feet

Who looks in need of sleep that doesn't come



This twisted tortured mess, this bed of sinfulness

Who's longing for some rest and feeling numb



What do you expect of me, what is it you want?

Whatever you've planned for me, I'm not the one



A vicious appetite visits me each night

And won't be satisfied, won't be denied



An unbearable pain, a beating in my brain

That leaves the mark of Cain right here inside



What am I supposed to do when everything that I've done

Is leading me to conclude I'm not the one



Whatever I've done

I've been staring down the barrel of a gun

Whatever I've done

I've been staring down the barrel of a gun

Whatever I've done, whatever, whatever



Is there something you need from me?

Are you having your fun?

I never agreed to be your holy one



Whatever I've done

I've been staring down the barrel of a gun

Whatever I've done, whatever, whatever

I've been staring down the barrel of a gun

Whatever I've done, whatever, whatever

I've been staring down the barrel of a gun