Waiting For The Guns

The battles inside us between the needs and the wants and i fear the losers won. Outcasts and insiders we all feed on the city blood and we'll laugh when it dies "Is less, more?' well more or less you can have a second guess "but i dont want to test when the floor is unstable" So get up on the tables and sing We're waiting for the guns now and we wanna piece of this war We hear its where the funs at when it aint outside my door I dont care where the cross is at on this here voting form Hope's fading like a sun tan that we'll ever stop needing i'll ever stop needing more. When the best things in life are no longer free and the soul stocks have run dry when there's a price on the love you have for me will you pay to watch me cry? So are the blessed, poor? The moral is your can take all that is his if you just make a fist from the floors to the ceiling lets celebrate a beating and sing We're waiting for the guns now and we wanna piece of this war we hear its where the funs at when it aint outside my door I dont care where the cross is at on this here voting form hopes fading like a suntan that we'll ever stop needing i'll never stop needing more. Peace aint coming now the police will bring a row and im just not sure how that i'lll keep fighting fire with dancing and grinning and burning a living out of the fire comes, out of the fire runs love of gold bars, bright stars crows bars on night glass we want yours and you'll take ours it aint fair But we're all criminals here