So tell me, why do I keep holding on? Oh, why do I keep staring down the barrel of a loaded gun? Then tell me why can't I just can't let go? Somebody knows, then tell me She said she loved me, all night long I couldn't help but let her string my heart

Down at the Whiskey Living out our dreams Do you remember when? We were on the run Got loaded like a shotgun We never made a dime But god we had a good time We always made a scene Runaways in a van

Crawling from hell Fallen from grace So we can reincarnate And there is nothing left to take Leaving the past to the grave You pull the trigger just for fun Forgetting I'm a loaded gun So hate me for the things I've done

Holts are nearly always close to the sea Fallen boulders, old ruins, and cliffs All at the top of a sand crevice High above the sea A safe place for cubs We wait tense We're disappointed She leaves her sprint loaded by others of us The holts are evenly

Redeemer redeemer of souls Redeemer of souls He's the last to obey Watch him seizing the day On the skyline The stranger draws near Feel the heat and he's shaking with fear Time to settle the score He's loaded to feel their remorse

I'm on the nightrain One more time tonight Loaded like a freight train Feelin' like a space brain Flyin' like an aeroplane Fill my cup I never learn

So tell me, why do I keep holding on? Oh, why do I keep staring down the barrel of a loaded gun? Then tell me why can't I just can't let go? Somebody knows, then tell me She said she loved me, all night long I couldn't help but let her string my heart

Ready or not One little kiss Here she comes, here we go When she pulls the trigger, I'm a loaded buckshot A kick to the bull at the rodeo But here she comes, here we go It's a match to the fuse The last bell in school It's a match to the fuse, the last

Sucking my dick, yeah, the sloppy, the toppy The voppy, the woppy, she a skeezer, uh She off of the Molly, I'm off-ing them shawties I'm catching a body, she want all of the blue Hundreds I'm thumbin', I'm busting, she suckin' Can somebody pass me a

All I'm ever askin' for is time I just needed time to clear my mind What I want is already mine (It my fault, yeah yeah) I got women callin' my phone like I owe them some' It's kinda my fault, I guess I showed them some' No shit, I treat my dick like