Supreme Beings Of Leisure: Under The Gun

I've been accused i've been abused
Sometimes misused and yes, confused.
A loaded pen I dip again
Another trigger happy friend

I don't know why I continue to fly
In the face of reason
Something inside me just clicked
Like a tick from an awful season

Under the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the Sun
I ain't tripping on a thing

Under the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the Sun
I ain't tripping on a thing

I've been afraid to drive at night
I've been a sinner - such a lonely sight..
Not qualified, not rarified
I persevere I give it all my might

I don't know why you continue to cry
That I'll never make it
At least there's some truth to the fact
That you know I just cannot fake it

Under the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the Sun
I ain't tripping on a thing

Under the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the Sun
I ain't tripping on a thing

Under the gun...