Shot Down

Funny how the good half live yeah
Funny how they really live
Drag you down and pull you in and
Tell you nice you’ll never win
Pretty good at laying low
It’s the only place you’ll ever go Prison doors sound like wedding bells as you
Ask for change at the wishing well
I don’t like this place
I don’t like what it’s become
You can hide your face
You can always hide your guns
Shot down
Spun round
Strung out
Still
Around
Somehow
In the human race
There’s no space for everyone
You can save yourself
You can always kill your sons
Shot down
Spun round
Strung out
Still
Around
Somehow