Lyrics Gun Kid - ESTERE

Gun Kid

Growin' up a gun kid, child of the trigger
Bullets get smaller as I become bigger
Slip them in my pencil case and run in through the school gate
I demonstrate a figure-eight to my other classmates
Big bang, that’s me aiming at a man
With seventeen years, I’m a sniper in demand
No brow sweat (hah) or hollow tears wept
I got a state silver medal for the quotas that I met
Ooo, child, grow up towards the soft sunlight
Unfold your beauty, spread your arms, and slowly take to flight
Ooo, child, find the shoes that fit upon your feet
Walk in them proudly, bare your soul, and never face defeat
Displaced, without a home base
My people shifted like cattle but in our cages we rattle with no hope
We have wrists tied with rope
And I keep that in mind when I’m on the front line
And soon I see him, he’s about 22
Broad shoulder, enemy soldier standing in my scope view
And as I push to break that precious breath he holds
My eyes close
And on the trigger my finger folds
Ooo, child, grow up towards the soft sunlight
Unfold your beauty, spread your arms, and slowly take to flight
Ooo, child, find the shoes that fit upon your feet
Walk in them proudly, bare your soul, and never face defeat
Every person my bullet meets is another mother’s baby
Ripped from her breast, life taken by death
So if the war that we fight invites death over life
You’d better guard your front door
What d’you think I got my gun for?