My Gun Is Broken
My gun is, my gun is broken.
My gun is, my gun is broken.
It won't cock and it won't shoot, my gun is broken,
What do you figure, I pulled on my trigger, but my,
But my gun is, my gun is, my gun is broken.
This place is not so harmless,
Three days and I've gone hopeless.
Doubting everything around me, all my friends are out to get me.
You appeared so softly, innocently swallowed me.
Diving deep into the blue, far from oxygen and you.
Doubting everything around me, all my friends are out to get me.
My gun is, my gun is broken.
My gun is, my gun is broken.
My gun is, my gun is broken.
My gun is, my gun is broken.
It won't cock and it won't shoot, my gun is broken.
Useless words had no effect,
I'm spent, I've got noting left.
Dropped the ball in your back court, I feel like time is getting short.
Doubting everything around me, all my friends are out to get me.
My gun is, my gun is broken.
My gun is, my gun is broken.
My gun is, my gun is broken.
My gun is, my gun is broken.
It won't cock and it won't shoot.
It won't cock and it won't shoot.
My gun is broken,
What do you figure, I pulled on my trigger, but my,
My gun is, my gun is, my gun is broken.
Autor(es): Ted Moll
