Under the Gun

Under the gun

Bend your knee

Night gives reasons to believe

You try to run

And reach the sea

Car is waiting by the tree

Now they just can't let you be

The hunt is on

Nowhere to flee

Freedom's gone and there is no key

You thought they left

Day number three

You are thirty three yet so naive

Now you see there's no Grand Prix

On your feet under the gun my son

Nothing to lose nowhere to run

No plans ahead what's done is done you run

The sun is black under the gun