The Boo Radleys

Drag the shades across the window

Don't answer any knock at the door

Keep your hand on the weapon beside you

Keep your eyes out for the law

Don't you know and you gotta be all you can be

We're told to run towards the future

While they're standing on our feet

And be content with the scraps that they throw us

After promising a feast

If you didn't have a gun then I wouldn't need a gun