Fears of Gun

<br>Gun wears his alcoholism well<br>Finger in Bottle and swingin` it still<br>From Bed to Sink and back again<br>Clock is crawlin` round the same<br>He`s bustin` Clock (he hates its face)<br>Just sittin` and talkin` to Heart and ticks<br>Talkin` back to Clock in slow and studied kicks<br>The fears of Gun are the fears of everyone.<br><br><br>Fingers down the throat of love<br>Fingers down the throat of love<br>Fingers down the throat of love<br>Love! Love!<br><br><br>Gun does the waltz around the room<br>Collecting Table and Chairs and Sofa and so on and so on<br>Gun wears his best blue suit, now let`s take to the sky<br>`We`ll go dancin` and eatin` it up<br>Get a bottle and push it on down`<br>And let`s just beat it up<br>Transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely song<br>Saying `Where she gone? Where she gone?`<br>The fears of Gun are the fears of everyone.<br><br><br>Fingers down the throat of love<br>Fingers down the throat of love<br>Fingers down the throat of love<br>Love! Love!