N-Guns

And the little boy stared into the eyes of the night
Button collects price of his time
Little girl glared sheets of denial
Bullet connects to the price of her crime
{Chorus}: What have we said? Wasn't it their bed?
What of our presence, haven't we payed penance?

For the n-guns
Now the little boy sees through the eyes of the delight
Levers erect note of his rhyme
Little girl bled sheets of the night
Lovers connect at the price of his dime
{Chorus}
For the n-guns (x2)
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For the n-guns (x2)