The Barrel of a Gun by Justin Jones 2023
Verse #1
Threatening with your best behavior,
You’ll be nice, don’t tell another lie.
The scales of good and evil,
Betrayed each other's side.
Insanity in the middle,
Continuing the fight.
Chorus
Driving down the road of misbelieving,
I’ve convinced myself I'm not the only one.
Looking back into the rear view mirror,
Is like staring down the barrel of a gun.
Bridge
It’s fucking driving me crazy, it’s driving me insane
It’s making shit out of nothing, it’s driven in my brain, now
It’s fucking driving me crazy, it’s driven in my brain,
it’s making shit out of nothing, it’s making me insane, now
Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa yeah. Whoa, whoa yeah.
Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa yeah.
Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa yeah. Whoa, whoa yeah.
Whoa, whoa yeah, yeah, yeah.
Verse #2
As I stand before the jury for another fight,
With an answer at the ready, while my hands are tied.
Always ‘something’ I did, whether it was ‘something’ I said,
Whether ‘something’ was that ‘maybe I'd be better off dead?’
When it’s all been said by the end of the day,
Don't think Calgons ever gonna fucking take me away,
When I begin to pray, it just starts all over again.
Chorus
Driving down the road of misbelieving,
I’ve convinced myself I'm not the only one.
Looking back into the rear view mirror,
Is like staring down the barrel of a gun.
Chorus
Driving down the road of misbelieving,
I’ve convinced myself I'm not the only one.
Looking back into the rear view mirror,
Is like staring down the barrel of a gun.
Bridge
Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa yeah. Whoa, whoa yeah.
Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa yeah.
Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa yeah. Whoa, whoa yeah.
Whoa, whoa yeah, yeah, yeah.
