I could tell you my story
But it would be an excuse
I take responsibility
I can face the truth
But I hate myself for what I’ve done
And I’m reminded of it every day
Living under the gun

I try to stay busy
I write letters and I read
Never mattered much on the outside
Now it means everything to me
In the words I try to hide but I can’t run
There’s no transcending when you’re
Living under the gun

I dream about getting married
And settling down
Making something of my life
If I ever get out
But I have nightmares too of what I may become
Sometimes I worry that I’m better off
Living under the gun