Yellow Gun

Situations can change us as people, they can scare us inside and they can even take our lives. We can only imagine our reaction, but never really know if that will be true. Until the man with the yellow gun shows his hand, we won’t really know what to do and then instinct becomes our best friend and takes over like we are possessed. We have to take our chances with every situation, good or bad.

The Man With The Yellow Gun In His Hand

The man with a yellow gun in his hand
Faces me, is this my fate
I show my nervous hand
There’s no room for debate
The gun is pointing in my face

Ooh my heart is pounding
My body shakes
No more Hiding there’s to much hate
No point talking
There’s no one there
Just the gun and solemn stare

The man with a yellow gun in his hand
Its far to late, no time to fake
The gun, the eyes
The hate, my fate
His finger on the trigger

Take me hate me
Throw down your anger on my street
Show me you know me
Is this what your father said
Gone to far and now I’m dead

The man with the yellow gun in his hand
His hate is on my face
All across this place
Can I help you now
The man, the gun
My lucks just run

Take me hate me
Throw down your anger on my street
Show me you know me
Is this what your father said
Gone to far and now I’m dead

The man with the yellow gun in his hand
I’m falling down the pain is far to loud
I can’t help you now
My blood is running cold
Life is leaving to go home

I lied and you hurt
You looked at my face before you shot
Will you survive now Iv’e gone
cause the man with the yellow gun
Might visit you when your down

The man with the yellow gun in his hand
Takes one more look
Then turns and walks away
There’s nothing worth more than life
I heard him say on my last day
Then you will be on your own
The story is far to old

Robert M Petrie ©

City-sin
My Village

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