Song parody of
Borrowed Your Gun
by Spiritualized
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Daddy I'm sorry
I borrowed your gun again
Shot up your family
A shock for the city
Daddy I'm sorry
I borrowed your gun again
Shot up my mother
My beautiful mother
Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone
My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again
Daddy I'm sorry
I borrowed your gun again
Shot up your family
A shock for the city
Daddy I'm sorry
I borrowed your gun again
Shot up my mother
My beautiful mother
Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone
My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again
Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone
My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again
Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone
My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again
Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone
My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again
Daddy I'm sorry
I borrowed your gun again
Shot up your family
A shock for the city
Daddy I'm sorry
I borrowed your gun again
Shot up my mother
My beautiful mother
Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone
My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again
Daddy I'm sorry
I borrowed your gun again
Shot up your family
A shock for the city
Daddy I'm sorry
I borrowed your gun again
Shot up my mother
My beautiful mother
Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone
My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again
Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone
My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again
Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone
My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again
Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone
My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again
