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Bullet In A Gun
(Joe Stevens)
Originally recorded on Boxes & Bags

I have such disdain for myself
Ain’t no way to open this song nicely
I could use a few B vitamins
The most common deficiency in a rainy city


I am so hard on myself
Never in a hundred years
Would I be so hard on anybody else

Don’t got a good coat for the rain
Too cloudy to watch the planes
Ain’t shit else to do on a Monday
Ain’t got no money anyway
Well, there’s a place I got to be
Quarter till, two-thirty or three
But I’m gonna sit down in my chair today
I’m gonna wait, I’m gonna stay,
I’m gonna fade, I’m gonna pray


I’m so tired of having nothing to say
Oh, acting like I don’t exist
Sometimes, yeah, I wanna shout, Yeah
But it’s a quiet room when you’re judging
All the words on the way out, yeah

Fuck it, I can’t throw a dart straight
But I’m good with my hands
And I can’t always speak well
But I got a mic and a set of cans
I may not think much of myself
But I don’t hurt no one
I’m like a bullet in a gun
I’m like a bullet in a gun
I’m at the starting line, it’s racing day
I’m like a bullet in a gun
I’m so excited, I just can’t wait
I’m like a bullet in a gun
I got so much heart, I been looking for fun
I’m like a bullet in a gun
Girl, you look so good to me
I’m like a bullet in a gun
I’m like a bullet in a gun
I won’t stop until you’re done
I’m like a bullet in a gun
I’m like a bullet in a gun
A bullet in a gun
A bullet in a gun

[chorus]

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