I"ve been accused I"ve been abused
Sometimes missused and yes confused
A loaded pen I dip again
Another trigger happy friend
I don"t know why I continue to fly
In the face of reason
Something inside me just clicked
Like a tick from an awful season
Under the gun under the gun
I"m swimming through the sun
I ain"t tripping on a thing
Under the gun under the gun
I"m swimming through the sun
I ain"t tripping on a thing
I"ve been afraid to drive at night
I"ve been a sinner such a lonely sight
Not qualified not rarified
I persevere I give it all my might
I don"t know why you continue to cry
That I"ll never make it
At least there"s some truth
To the fact you know I just cannot fake it
Under the gun under the gun
I"m swimming through the sun
I ain"t tripping on a thing
Under the gun under the gun
I"m swimming through the sun
