Lyrics Your Gun My Knife - Zahna

Your Gun My Knife

Just get up on that stage, yeah yeah
Just get up on and sing
Make me a name the masses won’t forget
Puppets on a string
You never once cared, when dreams have a price, you roll the dice
The dollars spent away
(But at the end of the day)
I still owe you my soul and you’ll always remind me
(Don't you dare disobey
Don’t you dare disobey)
Bring your gun to my knife
Your power in your money and names
Thought you could pull the trigger
(But we all go down in the dirty, dirty flames)
Say it’s all my fault
You know to you it’s all the same
In your game of music and fame
(but we all go down in the dirty, dirty flames)
(Are you)
Happy you’ve had the chance to use me?
(Drown my)
Bank account and exploit my sexuality
(Can you)
Cage the bird just to make you a penny?
(Can the)
Songbird sing to give you credibility?
(Can you)
Get her to get you back in the industry?
(How long)
Will she sing before her stomach is empty?
(How much)
More will you damage self-worth and sanity
When her world falls apart due to your apathy?
Bring your gun to my knife
Your power in your money and names
Thought you could pull the trigger
(But we all go down in the dirty, dirty flames)
Say it’s all my fault
You know to you it’s all the same
In your game of music and fame
(but we all go down in the dirty, dirty flames)
Never thought that you would
Never thought that you could
But I’ll take the blame
Never thought that you would
Never thought that you could
Scratch out my name (Yeah!)
God heal the hate!
Bring your gun to my knife
Your power in your money and names
Thought you could pull the trigger
(But we all go down in the dirty, dirty flames)
Say it’s all my fault
You know to you it’s all the same
In your game of music and fame
(but we all go down in the dirty, dirty flames)