Lyrics Gun Shy - Paul Westerberg

Gun Shy

I’m a rock star in a fruit jar
I’m a yellow snake in a can
I’m a farmhand, I’m a charmed foot
Chain link, jack rabbit, (lay?) me in a book
Chasin' middle age, I’m pacin' in my cage tonight
I feel a little gun shy, gun shy
Chasin' middle age, pacin' in my cage tonight
Got my sun-block and hard rock
I need to relax
From a dormitory
A former whore is peeing on Ajax
We’re chasin' middle age, and we’re pacin' in our cage tonight
Still a little gun shy
Gun shy, Gun shy
I’ll never tell it like it ain’t
When the money starts to faint and fade
Cocksure
(?) hit me
I don’t wanna (?)
Pet rock, I’m a stopped clock
I’m a yellow snake in a can
I’m a farmhand, I’m a charmed foot
I’m a jack rabbit, rock star, fruit jar, fuck you
Pacin' my cage and I’ve nowhere to hide
Still a little gun shy
Gun shy…