Gunpoint, Headlock

There's a kid killing soldiers in his video game

Does he know we can hear it through the din of the train?

As we tilt to the left, my lungs dip down to my heels

And I wonder how they got the bullets so real

And I wonder how they got the bullets so real

You would think every time I go out

Someone's holding me at gunpoint

You would think every time I am traveling

The tracks are gonna unjoin

'Cause to think and to live and to die

Is just flipping out the same coin

'Til there's nothing left to spend, oh

You would think every time I go out

Someone has me in a headlock

You would think every time there's a breeze

I can feel the shaking bedrock

'Cause to think and to build and to break

It's the product of the same cloth

'Til there's nothing left to mend

There's a bird in the fountain by the white mausoleum

Does he know this is Brooklyn, and people can see him?

As he picks through the trash, I try to sneak back around

But he flies at first sound of a foot on the ground

You would think every time I go out

Someone's holding me at gunpoint

You would think every time I am traveling

The tracks are gonna unjoin

'Cause to think and to live and to die

Is just flipping out the same coin

'Til there's nothing left to spend, oh

You would think every time I go out

Someone has me in a headlock

You would think every time there's a breeze

I can feel the shaking bedrock

'Cause to think and to build and to break

It's the product of the same cloth

'Til there's nothing left to mend

And I think about it, think of how

Many moments have felt like right now

Maybe paranoid, but doing well

Flap of wings and an ejecting shell

I am tilting, but I always do

I'm not quiet, I am loud and new

I'm not quiet, I am loud and new

I'm not quiet, I am loud and new