chase me

chase me

Sons of Guns by Max Fischer

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Sons of Guns by Max Fischer Lyrics: They were son of guns And bombs and such I fell in love with every one of them They'd chase me out of town with Pitchforks and big sound But I'm just big shoes and that's old News by now. I'm so tired of wondering which Man will write my eulogy Harboring the ego of a king when I can't reign my own two feet. Chorus I wish I had an iron lung and A plaster belt and I was made of stone And I would drive you but my body stalls. I'm just a product of who loves this Berlin Wall. They were sons of guns And bombs and such Walking low standards, with high expectations Everything I could hope to be, But everything that I won't believe to be true. 'Cause if I had the best then what would I compare it to. This is too good to be true. So I'll get rid of you, and you, and you, and... Chorus If the apple was a test My God, well, what a punishment. So you can tear the ribs out of my Chest 'cause I don't need love to accomplish this. Chorus