Guns On Sunday by Joey Grace

GUNS ON SUNDAY lyrics: "He makes me feel like I'm going mad. He makes me feel like I'm beautiful. Makes me feel really sad. There's no substance at all. It's like I'm not even really there. It's like there's you and there is no me. In your head, you really care... for who? Your dichotomy? With a chain you choose to wear, with a weather vane in your hair, he's got one in each hand, he sells guns on Sunday. At this bench my piano sits, and so do I because you lie. You're nothing to live for. He makes me feel like I'm going mad. He makes me feel like I'm beautiful. Makes me feel really sad. There's no substance at all. It's like I'm not even really there. It's like there's you and there is no me. In your head, you really care... for who? Your dichotomy? Oh, nothing to live for. Oh, nothing to live for."

Genre

Electronic