In Our Gun

The first words that came could`ve been more inspired You must be hungry or tired or frozen So put up your feet, throw some coal on the fire And weave us a tale of delight So we sit in our gun and we wait for our turn We`ll be waiting all of the night So we sit in our gun and we wait for our turn We`ll be waiting all of our lives We`re all to blame We hide away Let`s take the sand from this bottomless pit It`s hell to pay So run away Destroy on command all who came and then quit It`s been carefully planned by the ones you won`t see Send out the monkeys, they come out of the bushes To piss in the punch and then smash up the decks It`s your party, we`re all obliged So we sit in our gun and we wait for our turn I think you hurt him, there`s blood on the floor So we sit in our gun, can I ask what you`re on If you made it there`s hope for us all We`re all to blame We hide away Let`s take the sand from this bottomless pit There`s hell to pay So run away Destroy on command all who came and then quit You`re all the same So hide away Let`s steal the sand from this bottomless pit