Of the Gun

Lyrics

A sunny morning, arise And you find your way To the window pane To have a look outside How's that lovely world appear today? Well it's vile And it's cold And yet still, spring marigolds arrive How really kind of grim it is to be alive I know it seems that you ought to run and hide But no You don't have to be afraid Of the gun in your face You don't have to be afraid Of the gun in your face Of the gun in your face Ain't nowhere the folks ain't scared Everywhere, everywhere World of skittish kittens, this one here Ugliness, spitefulness How you feel, your loneliness It's violence All of this is violence But I hear violins 'Cause you don't have to be afraid Of the gun in your face You don't have to be afraid Of the gun in your face You don't have to be afraid Of the gun in your face You don't have to be afraid Of the gun