Letra da Música: Under the Gun - Evil Beaver

You like to talk a lot, but can you hear us?
Walkie talkie in your hand. Can you hear us?

My love is greater than, deeper, wider than the ocean floor. Brighter than the stars above.

You like to talk a lot, but can you hear us?
Walkie talkie in your hand. Can you hear us?

I'll try once or twice but there's not going to be a third time. Close your eyes and show a little patience.

Well, I have grown so tired of waiting. This waiting game is over. I have grown so tired of waiting. These waiting days are over.

So, pick up the gun. Just pick up the gun and fire.

Thoughts of nothingness enter my head. Could I be dead??? I could be dead??? Lost within the darkness of my mind. I want what's mine. I want what's mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!

I'm not like you, so why despise you. I'm not like you, so why despise you???

'Cause I have grown so tired of waiting. This waiting game is over. I have grown so tired of waiting. These waiting days are over.

So, pick up the gun. Just pick up the gun and fire.