| Gun wears his alcoholism well
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| Finger in Bottle and swingin' it still
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| From Bed to Sink and back again
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| Clock is crawlin' round the same
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| He’s bustin' Clock (he hates its face)
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| Just sittin' and talkin' to Heart and ticks
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| Talkin' back to Clock in slow and studied kicks
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| The fears of Gun are the fears of everyone
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| Fingers down the throat of love
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| Fingers down the throat of love
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| Fingers down the throat of love
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| Love! |
| Love!
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| Gun does the waltz around the room
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| Collecting Table and Chairs and Sofa and so on and so on
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| Gun wears his best blue suit, now let’s take to the sky
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| 'We'll go dancin' and eatin' it up
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| Get a bottle and push it on down'
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| And let’s just beat it up
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| Transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely song
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| Saying 'Where she gone? |
| Where she gone?'
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| The fears of Gun are the fears of everyone
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| Fingers down the throat of love
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| Fingers down the throat of love
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| Fingers down the throat of love
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| Love! |
| Love! |