Lyrics Guns & Guitars - G.B.H.

Guns & Guitars

Some get kicks by kicking people
Some get high by talking down
I get mine somewhere in-between
Dumb attitudes make me frown
There are no guns, there’s just guitars
Shooting down the hopeful stars
But it’s dog eat dog in this old game
Honesty don’t always get you fame
We’re up here looking for adventure
Crazy apes on a wicked trapeze
Entertaining for entertainment
A two-way mirror reflecting ease
So please don’t let us dominate you
Don’t let your heads get in a whirl
We’re just devils craving sympathy
Save us from the big bad world