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Teksty: Howard Jones. Gun Turned on The World.

You're walkin' 'round like a doll without a head
You should be thinking 'bout how to give your love instead
I've seen you lying and cheating your way
Then you complain about what all of your friends say

You shoot your mouth like you damn well own the world
We always have to keep our little white flags unfurled
Just try to finish the things that you start
Stop thinking with your fists and start thinking with your heart

Oh, can't you see
Oh, what you could be now
You never listen to me
Whoa, you're like a gun turned on the world

Things have to be attempted one step at a time
You got to take that poison from your eyes
You know the lights are going out in your life
Your killing yourself with your own knife

Oh, can't you see
Oh, what you could be now
You never listen to me
Whoa, you're like a gun turned on the world

You don't want a love, you need a chaperon
You want a first-class alibi
You bore the pants off people on the telephone
People are sick of your lies, you better open your eyes

You're like a gun turned on the world
Like a gun

You're takin' one step forward then two steps back
Friendly advice gets treated like a heart attack
You can drown in the shallow water of hate
Get the sense before it's too late now

Oh, can't you see
Oh, what you could be now
You never listen to me
Whoa, you're like a gun turned on the world

Oh, can't you see
Oh, what you could be now
You never listen to me
Whoa, you're like a gun turned on the world

Ooh, you're like a gun turned on the world
Ooh yeah, you're like a gun turned on the world
Ooh, what you could be
You're like a gun turned on the world
Ooh, you're like a gun turned on the world
Like a gun