Gun Shy - Paul Westerberg

I’m a rock star in a fruit jar

I’m a yellow snake in a can

I’m a farmhand, I’m a charmed foot

Chain link, jack rabbit, (lay?) me in a book

Chasin' middle age, I’m pacin' in my cage tonight

I feel a little gun shy, gun shy

Chasin' middle age, pacin' in my cage tonight

Got my sun-block and hard rock

I need to relax

From a dormitory

A former whore is peeing on Ajax

We’re chasin' middle age, and we’re pacin' in our cage tonight

Still a little gun shy

Gun shy, Gun shy

I’ll never tell it like it ain’t

When the money starts to faint and fade

Cocksure

(?) hit me

I don’t wanna (?)

Pet rock, I’m a stopped clock

I’m a yellow snake in a can

I’m a farmhand, I’m a charmed foot

I’m a jack rabbit, rock star, fruit jar, fuck you

Pacin' my cage and I’ve nowhere to hide

Still a little gun shy

Gun shy…