No More Guns

Early in the morning And I'm sitting at the table Drinking shots of ancient whiskey 'Cause I don't feel all that stable Whoa-oh-oh Woo We're in a fucking nightmare There's a hundred thousand victims If we can't protect them safely Then they die from their complexion Oh, oh, first though Start up the show Give up the name 'cause we're ready to go, oh-oh No, what can you say? What can we play with our guns today? Oh-oh like, too down tonight Shoot up the streets Gonna die tonight Oh-oh Riots in the city And it feels like a coffin Things seem normal when we're talking But we're racing to the bottom Oh, oh, first though Light up the show Pull on the reins 'cause we're ready to go, oh-oh Yeah, what can you say? What can we play with our guns today? Oh-oh like, too down tonight Shoot up the streets Gonna die tonight Oh-oh Go, how could you know? How do we stay in the hell we made? Oh-oh, no, get down and pray I think I'll get high like the DEA Oh-oh Oh yeah, what can we say? What can we play with our guns today? Oh-oh right, too down tonight Shoot up the streets Gonna die tonight Oh-oh Go, how could you know? How do we stay in the hell we made? Oh-oh, no, get down and pray I think I'll get high like the DEA Oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Woo --- No More Guns - Angels & Airwaves