Looking down the barrel of a gun

Can't see what you have won

Underline putting the emphasis on fun

catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye

of all the traits I try to hide



Don't beat yourself up about the future

just drink yourself into another stupor

We're middle class, white

Suburban males



Nothing that is said or is spoken

Puts the truth in the open

No regrets we don't lie about our sheltered lives

I didn't realise that it mattered

where you came from

Take a look at yourself



Looking down the barrel of a gun

Can't see what you have won

Why try to hide when you might

just as well have been crucified

Why be ashamed when there's nothing that can be done

Take a look at yourself