Pick Up a Gun - Jhuryll Phoenix

Pick Up a Gun Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Apocalyptic!
Mascara down your face, your smeared lipstick
Running thru your cryptic district
gotta stay optimistic
come get this, prediction
No time for no picnic
And no time for no pictures
Just grab your ballistic and
Realize this depiction
Of life
Right or wrong
Gotta fight
To prolong
Your own life
And stay strong
No one can stop you from surviving tonight
With Blood stains on the carpet

Your Boyfriend brains in the garden
you got chest pains in you heart and feel insane from what has started
So pick up a gun an hop in your coop
Load up the gun witta couple shells n shoot
Run up the stairs and hide on the roof
Now grab your vest and your bulletproof
One shot, one kill
With head shots the blood spills
no fairy tale this is too real
But if you ever stop your their meal
Cuz there's dead to the left
Dead to the right
Your left 4 dead if u stay in sight
But no times for games and no time for fun
So choose your fate, do you fight or run?
We can run, or we can hide
I don't wanna die, do you?
(Hook)
Might as well pick up the gun
Close your eyes and count to one
Say what's on your mind, there's no more time
Before the cat grabs your tongue
You might as well pick up a blade
Hide yourself, to live another day
No nursery rhymes, you outta time
The world, fades away
(Verse 2)
Sunrise, sunset, you better run cuz your next
With them coming out the house
Coming out the church
Grabbing on your blouse
Grabbing your shirt
The dead are rising in this evil resident
Better take charge like your president
Bigger the gun its harder to miss
But a 9 will still do the trick
Tick tock, click clock, times running on the clock but you can't stop
With this Martial law
And this New world order
Your guns first 'round every corner
Dont be the Hero
This is Ground zero
Images burnt in your brain like Nero
Hear the screams thru every window
Stay untouchable like DeNiro
Take care, but don't care to take it
Lay down on the ground and fake it
If you wanna make it, you gotta be the last
Death blow, coup de grâce
This is your story
It may be gory
But the victor is the one who gets all the glory
So squeeze on the gun that is there in your hand
Pull the trigger watch em fall as you stand
It's first come
And your served
Your not ready
Get what you deserve
So what gets your nerve?
Times up
Don't know by now, you haven't learned
We can run, or we can hide
I don't wanna die, do you?
(Hook) x2
Might as well pick up the gun
Close your eyes and count to one
Say what's on your mind, there's no more time
Before the cat grabs your tongue
You might as well pick up a blade
Hide yourself, to live another day
No nursery rhymes, you outta time
The world, fades away
Lyrics Submitted by Jhuryll Phoenix