Weddings Parties Anything - Gun lyrics

(Steel) A bunch of withered roses lie, a faded silhouette Caught you jumpin' in the deep end last night, but it hasn't happened yet They're tying up your body with some rusty Number 8 and they say Too early with your run, son Too early with your run A bunch of worn-out ockers, the local magistrate Go down to kicking at the altar when the evening's getting late And the scene is much too busy, the prizes are so obviously fakes Too early with your run, son Too early with your run And what you doing with that gun, son Tell me, what you doing with that gun? You don't believe in k**ing, someone's trying to k** you You don't actually want answers, just the odd clue And the timing moves to overdrive and no-one wants to get in touch with you Too early with your run, son Too early with your run Next time you'll take anything, you wonder if you think too much Hoping just for anything to readjust your senses No-one believes in that these days, no-one's really taking chances Too early with your run, son Too early with your run And what you doing with that gun, son Tell me, what you doing with that gun? Yeahhh...what you doing, what you doing What you doing, what you doing, hey With that gun? Bunch of withered roses lie, Tathra by the sea A four am hotel carpark, a vicious memory They're wrapping up your body, it's an ambulance charade They're telling you Too early with your run, son Too early with your run And what you doing with that gun, son Tell me, what you doing with that gun?