All These Walls - John Garcia

Looking down through the barrel of my gun

Not the first time for me to see

Stare down through the barrel of this gun

The west coast the east coast freight train

Pull me up through the barrel of my gun

Not the next time for me to see

Staring down through the barrel of this gun

It’s the west coast the east coast freight train

And all these walls form these mountains

And in my head there’s no more time

Wheels spinning on the asphalt of this ground

.38 is for you to see

wheels never stop turning in my head

It’s the west coast the east coast freight train

My wheels burning on the asphalt of your ground

.45 again for you to see

wheels never stop turning on my ground

It’s the west coast its the east coast freight train

And all these walls form these mountains

And in my head there was no more pain

Your body was blue is what your friend’s said

I never meant to hurt you it’s true

(Gracias a David por esta letra)