| 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 | 
| And 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 that 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 | 
| 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 | 
| Under the gun under the gun | 
| I’m swimming through the sun | 
| I ain’t tripping on a thing … |