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