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The Roots of Guns N' Roses: Hollywood Rose & L.A. Guns (Hollywood Rose) · Kids With Guns/El MaƱana (Gorillaz) · L.A. Guns (L.A. Guns) · 68 Guns (The Alarm) · Ultimate L.A. Guns (L.A. Guns) · Girls with Guns/What If (Tommy Shaw) · God & Guns (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Smokin' Hearts & Broken Guns (Shaman's Harvest) · Guns in the Ghetto (UB40) · Guns in the Ghetto (UB40) – and 90 other albums »


still a losing game 
I'm looking at you, you're looking at me 
It's love in the 21st Century 

We're living in pictures, we want what we see 
That's
Galveston
I still hear your sea waves crashing
while I watch the cannon's flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by
Shout it from the brink
You're louder than you think

21st century kid surrounded by illusion and confusion
So maybe if you're holding out for
Galveston
I still hear your sea waves crashing
While I watch the cannons flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by
Galveston, I still hear your sea waves crashing
While I watch the cannons flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by
that's never won
This is the soldier and his gun
This is the mother waiting by the phone praying for her son

Pictures of you
Pictures of me
All upon your
Galveston.
I still hear your sea waves crashing.
While I watch the cannons flashing.
I clean my gun and dreamed of Galveston.

I still see her standing by
Billy, just like Billy the Kid

Well now, Billy he was a bad boy
He won the wilder west
By the year of 21, had many notches on his gun
But someone
And was crucified by gun

He was a picture of Jesus
With him so many prayers rest
He is a picture of Jesus
In his arms so many prayers
So many prayers
21 
Oh life has just begun 
Got a temper like a gun 
Pointing it at everyone 
That's his game 
And it helps him to get through the day 
But
feel his pain; it's crashing like thunder.
But he rolls on, the gun by his side,
The bullet in the chamber and the fear he can't hide,
Another punk
the raw shit
The military war hits with gun clips

[Shogun Assasson]
Yo, my battleground's where I lounge
Fightin wars from dusk til dawn
In the trenches
a beat up old Epiphone

With painted on stars
She wears her brother's 501's
And keeps her tips in a jar
By a picture of Patsy Cline

She's fine
lives apart

Pictures from the air stole away your souls
Aerobatic thieves photographic freeze
Lead by the legend of Kree Nakoorie
The man that hides
wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke

21 gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
apart

Pictures from the air stole away your souls
Aerobatic thieves photographic freeze
Lead by the legend of Kree Nakoorie
The man that hides away from
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
Some mother's son lies in a field 
Someone has killed some mother's son today 
Head blown up by some soldier's gun 
While all the mothers stand
seen more
Feed morphines to more fiends than you've ever seen
It's pain I deliver reflection
Every word like a mirror
Bigger picture I try to keep shit
And was crucified by gun

He was a picture of Jesus
With him so many prayers rest
He is a picture of Jesus
In his arms so many prayers
So many prayers
I see you've found a box of my things -
Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings.
These old pictures are cool. Tell me some stories
Was it
Lining the customers up by the wall
Picking out people and knocking them down
Resisting arrest as they're kicked on the ground
Searching their houses
in 1991, just a happy child
Playing beneath the summer sun
A vacant lost his playground, by 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up