The Proverbial Gun
Derek Webb
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Now I can buy the proverbial gun And shoot the proverbial child When my uncle looks me in the eye And speaks of freedom My conscience goes up on trial In the courtrooms of the mind Where the judges all have sons And all the lawyers all were dead And the backs are all broke And the bailiff is my brother And the witness is my sister And I'm guilty as hell And by the afternoon I'm out On the pavement walking Reeking of salt and blood No hair upon my head No shoes upon my feet Picking your body from my teeth No stars above me No stripes upon me Free (x10)
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Written by: DEREK W. WEBB, JOSHUA MOORE
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