IN OUR GUN

The first words that came could have been more inspired ‘You must be hungry or tired or frozen' So put up your feet throw some coal on the fire And weave us a tale of delight So we sit in our gun And we wait for our turn We'll be waiting all of the night So we sit in our gun And we wait for our turn We'll be waiting all of our lives We're all to blame - we hide away Let's take the sand from this bottomless pit There's hell to pay - so run away Destroy on command all who came and then quit It's been carefully planned by the one's you won't see Send out the monkeys they come out of the bushes To piss in the punch and then smash up the decks It's your party we're all obliged So we sit in our gun And we wait for our turn I think you hurt him there's blood on the floor So we sit in our gun Can I ask what you're on If you made it there's hope for us all We're all to blame - we hide away Let's take the sand from this bottomless pit There's hell to pay - so run away Destroy on command all who came and then quit You're all the same - so hide away Let's steal the sand from this bottomless pit