Tytuł: I'm your gun

• Wykonawca: Jethro Tull
• Wyświetleń: 142

  
   Blew my smoke on a sunny day
  when the first black powder came my way.
  Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold ---
  to win fair lady and take your gold.
  I know it hardly seems the time ---
  (I am your gun)
  to talk of blue steel so sublime.
  I can understand your point of view.
  To tell the truth I'd scare me too.
  
  Match, wheel and flintlock, they all caught your eye.
  Pearl-handled ladies' models, scaled down to size.
  I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes.
  But I don't choose the company I keep ---
  and it shows.
  
  I am your gun.
  Love me, I'm your gun.
  
  Maxim and Browning, they helped me along.
  Stoner, Kalashnikov --- thrilled to my song.
  Now one of me exists, for each one of you,
  So how can you blame me for the things that I do?
  
  Now I take second place to the motor car
  in the score of killing kept thus far.
  And just remember, if you don't mind ---
  it's not the gun that kills
  but the man behind.
  
  I am your gun.