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Lyrics

Handgun

Run for cover
Run, run, run
It’s another
Teen with gun
Poor and angry
Young and dumb
Full of vigor
Full of come
Feel his hatred
Like a drum
Locked and loaded
It’s all fun
He’s gonna pull it
He’s gonna pull it
He’s gonna pull it
He’s gonna pull it

Hand Gun
Wild born and full of pride
Hand Gun
Raised on hate and other lies
Hand Gun
Fights to quell the rage inside
Hand Gun
Anger swells and everybody dies

A ghost of hate
Is in his veins
A heavy weight
Held down by chains
He can’t escape
What you sedate
The anger pains
That burn his brain
He can’t relate
The barrel trains
It’s too late
All that remains
He’s gonna pull it
He’s gonna pull it
He’s gonna pull it
He’s gonna pull it!

Now he knows what he wants
And he knows how to get it
A nervous finger on the trigger
The metal makes him feel bigger
Now You know he’s gonna pull it
Now You know he’s gonna pull it!