Boys! Grab Your Guns

Boys, grab your guns,

It's all in good fun,

We're making 'em run,

Making 'em run.

Your name is devastation,

You filled us with frustration.

You could have fooled anyone,

We handed up the lucky ones.

And so you stood up

And you let us down.

Now your backing off

So we're running away.

I think your brain got lost in the airwaves.

Boys, grab your guns,

It's all in good fun,

We're making 'em run,

Making 'em run.

Why should i feel bad?

I'm the one with the gun in my hands.

In my hands.

Why are you so skared

Of running from the takers?

Why were you so afraid

Of staying in the same place?

And so you stood us up,

And you let us down.

And now your backing off,

And you've got nothing to say.

I think your brain got lost in the airwaves.

Boys, grab your guns,

It's all in good fun,

We're making 'em run,

Making 'em run.

Why should i feel bad?

I'm the one with the gun in my hands.

I think it's time

We've said goodbye,

Wastin' all of our time.

Wastin our time.

Why should you feel bad?

You're the one with nothing on the line.

It's such a shame

How you were so afraid

Of losing it all,

Losing it all.

And it's such a shame

How it all went down this way.

Oh, thank god

Tomarrow's a new day.

Boys, grab your guns,

It's all in good fun,

We're making 'em run,

Making 'em run.

Why should i feel bad?

I'm the one with the gun in my hands.

Boys, grab your guns,

I'ts all in good fun,

We're making 'em run,

Making 'em run.

Why should i feel bad?

I'm the one with the gun in my hands.

In my hands.

I think it's time

We've said goodbye,

Wastin' all our time.

Wastin' our time.

Why should you feel bad?

You're the one with

Nothing on the line.