Guns & Guitars - G.B.H.

Some get kicks by kicking people

Some get high by talking down

I get mine somewhere in-between

Dumb attitudes make me frown

There are no guns, there’s just guitars

Shooting down the hopeful stars

But it’s dog eat dog in this old game

Honesty don’t always get you fame

We’re up here looking for adventure

Crazy apes on a wicked trapeze

Entertaining for entertainment

A two-way mirror reflecting ease

So please don’t let us dominate you

Don’t let your heads get in a whirl

We’re just devils craving sympathy

Save us from the big bad world