No Groove in Gunsights

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Well, my bag of tricks is down just to a bag A home for the filthy, the filthiest rich's rags Fortitude for many, a humping hole for hags No substitute nor substance left on the smelter's slag [Verse 2] I'm the scapegrace who scissors through by bus line See no sympathy for obstacle, the stepped-on and deprived Plug my ears and cover my eyes, but fingers leak the cries Civilian bombardier, evil ones, either side [Verse 3] An idle domicile of steel, bombed to a tin No privacy, no profit, no prophecy to win To show what she's got inside, to show she's wearing thin To offend fuck all, if she has fuck all to defend [Chorus 1] No grooves in gunsights Run through the dog bites Jesus and Mary might [Verse 4] Her bag of tricks is down just to a bag A home for the filthy, the filthiest rich's rags Fortitude for many, a humping hole for hags No substitute nor substance left on the smelter's slag [Verse 5] When baby cries, she's mother's little parasite She bites off more than she can chew to secure her appetite Mother's got a pocket full of unheard lullabies There is no groove in her bombsite [Verse 6] My friends were denied fuel by decree Gassed-up goons on the fumes, void all civility, each shouting "It'll take a burden to break me, even on my bum knee" If you can handle a little sting, it wouldn't hurt to believe me [Verse 7] A creed, this dying breed, huddled close in the corners The framing of the fraud, the immortal mourner Made to shirk the shit of battle, hearts of boron A selfish, sinking ship with life rafts for the morons [Chorus 2] No grooves in gunsights Bullets pierce the sunrise Cover your son's eyes