Lyrics Put the Gun Down - Mavissing!

Put the Gun Down

Man, what the fuck?
I said, man, what the fuck?
I said, man, what the fuck?
Why do you think you can make a shot and reload
Then your trigger will not stop again and again
The hail of bullets in my holed bloody body
Then you’re at ease staring at my wounds
Thinking of a disease, making an excuse
Saying: «I'm so sorry!»
Girl, what the fuck?
Where did you fucking learn how to handle the gun
Aiming at the bodies of all poor people?
Funny as hell after killing men
You think the reason for this — the need
You’ve got to please your bloody cunning nature
So can you feel my pain?
No, you can’t
You’re little piece of death
So can you feel my pain?
No, you can’t
You’re little piece of death