Shaking Paper

Hold the gun
Way deep down
Look out young son
Look out young son
Good things coming
Cause the good thing’s coming
Shotguns with no guns
Shot army with no army at all
I don’t know what is worse
And I can’t tell what is the best
People emphasize, the way of the world
Dealing with despise the sound of shaking paper
Guess what I found out
You
Too