The Gun

Back then it was only fun, something we'd always doneSmash it up, the then you run, all that without a gunBut something came up one day, some bills you couldn't payAnd you got carried away, oh so far awayThey wanna use ya, they wanna lose yaThey make your father singing hallelujahI wanna help ya, so let me help yaI gotta ask you, buddy, where did you find the gunI ask everybody have they seen yaYou tell 'em you are fine, and they believe yaGimme a call, and I see through ya, you wasted your lifeWhere did you find the gunHolymans only son, your mother on iron lungNo money anyone, but now you've got the gunStick up on 2nd street, I heard your running feetLay down, get a seat, and beg them for mercyThey wanna use ya, they wanna lose yaThey make your father singing hallelujahI wanna help ya, so let me help yaI gotta ask you, buddy, where did you find the gunI ask everybody have they seen yaYou tell 'em you are fine, and they believe yaGimme a call, and I see through ya, you wasted your lifeWhere did you find the gunBy an accident you find yourselfFrom the slammer with too much friendsYou shot an officer, you shot him downNow your young life is goneYou're older than you are, you're goneBecause you had the gunI ask everybody have they seen yaYou tell 'em you are fine, and they believe yaGimme a call, and I see through ya, you wasted your lifeWhere did you find the gunThey try to make you pay and they will find yaYou try to hide away but they have seen yaRest while you can believe me nowYou gotta run for your lifeWhere did you find the gun...find the gun, where did you find the gun