Hold the gun
Way deep down
Look out young son
Look out young son

Good things coming
Cause the good thing´s coming

Shotguns with no guns
Shot army with no army at all

I don´t know what is worse
And I can´t tell what is the best
People emphasize the weight of the world
Demons despise the sound of shaking paper
Guess what I found out
You
Did
Too