We've Got His Gun
pressing down on you no man ask for
under pressure---that burns a building down
splits a family in two
puts people on streets
it's the terror of knowing
what t
his world is about
watching some good friends
screaming `let me out'
pray tomorrow---gets me higher
pressure on people---people on streets
chippin' around---kick my brains around the floor
these are the days
it never rains but it pours
people on streets---people on streets
it's the terror of knowing
Running From An AngelÂÂ
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
Come on try and tell me what you're talkin about
Those things you're dealing with, you're living a lie
Every time I see you it makes me wanna cry
Sometimes we'd laugh and talk, seems like yesterday
Then you let the white horse come and take you away
They came to get you, it was cold and black
The wheels were in motion, there was no turning back
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Running from and angel, runnin to the devil
I looked up to you a long time ago
But there's something I want you to know
Your lying and cheating really tore us apart
Please don't come home if you're gonna break my momma's heart
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