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Matraca Berg – Guns In My Head lyrics
The world explodes in violence
While the angels cry in vain
'Cause they know the enemy is silent
And knows us all by name -- all by name
She's living in the suburbs
She's watching in the dark
There's a finger on the trigger
And it's pointed at my heart -- at my heart
Take away all weapons, pray for peace and truth
Bury all the bullets and tell me what I do with these
Guns in my head at war with my soul
While I sleep in my bed
Oh, these guns in my head
Fear, ignorance, and anger
Oh, these guns in my head are what keep me in anger
I see you on the freeway
I see you on the street
I look away from you
You look away from me -- away from me
We nurture our suspicion
A little more each day
Somewhere between the black and white
We struggle in the gray
And I bargain like a salesman, every Sunday on my knees
I pray for the world's salvation, and all that answers me are these
Guns in my head at war with my soul
While I sleep in my bed
Oh, these guns in my head
Fear, ignorance, and anger
Oh, these guns in my head are what keep me in anger
While the angels cry in vain
'Cause they know the enemy is silent
And knows us all by name -- all by name
She's living in the suburbs
She's watching in the dark
There's a finger on the trigger
And it's pointed at my heart -- at my heart
Take away all weapons, pray for peace and truth
Bury all the bullets and tell me what I do with these
Guns in my head at war with my soul
While I sleep in my bed
Oh, these guns in my head
Fear, ignorance, and anger
Oh, these guns in my head are what keep me in anger
I see you on the freeway
I see you on the street
I look away from you
You look away from me -- away from me
We nurture our suspicion
A little more each day
Somewhere between the black and white
We struggle in the gray
And I bargain like a salesman, every Sunday on my knees
I pray for the world's salvation, and all that answers me are these
Guns in my head at war with my soul
While I sleep in my bed
Oh, these guns in my head
Fear, ignorance, and anger
Oh, these guns in my head are what keep me in anger
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