I got mad at history,
Picked it up and fell in love with everything.
Men and pen and paper,
Like the wind you let 'em in now they'll never leave.
Run from the gun, don't be afraid.
Run from the gun, where the dead lay.
Run from the gun, don't be afraid.
Run from the gun.
You were sweet as poison,
Dried my mouth, took me out, and left me glad.
You did me no favors.
You did me no favors.
It was dumb and the last one that I ever had.
Run from the gun, don't be afraid.
Run from the gun, where the dead lay.
Run from the gun, don't be afraid.
Run from the gun.
Run from the gun, don't be afraid.
Run from the gun, where the dead lay.
Run from the gun, don't be afraid.
Run from the gun.
It was loaded with the pressure;
Too much pressure to be measured.
I was holding off the wrong and right.
I got let down gently,
Never even knew the end was on the way.
Then I made my peace there,
Opened my eyes and to my surprise it was a waste.
Run from the gun, don't be afraid.
Run from the gun, where the dead lay.
Run from the gun, don't be afraid.
Run from the gun.
