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Scared of Guns - John Wesley Harding



     
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Well, the power of the bullet is fascinating
They're polishing the luga facsimiles
The little kids grow up imitating
Cowboys shoot Indians before puberty
Don't get me to the battle on time
I'd be useless in the front line
Don't point that thing at me
You know I'm scared of gunsYou can argue, say it's harmless
In the nightmare fairground gallery
We're all under pain of death
To keel right over gracefully
I ached to be a uniform man
And toss that baton in a marching band
Don't point that thing at me
You know I'm scared of gunsI'm scared of guns, they're out of your hands
I'm scared of guns, they might go bang
I'm scared of guns, Hey Joe, they're out of control
I'm scared of guns, fear eat the soul

Don't shoot meI want to put flowers in the barrels
Like the famous photo, understand
That I'd rather get hit on the head
That hold cold metal in my hand
The new arrival, the latest addition
The little boys running out of ammunition
Don't point that thing at me
You know I'm scared of guns
Songwriters
HARDING, JOHN WESLEYPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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John Wesley Harding (b. 22 October 1965) is a folk/pop singer-songwriter who has called his style of music "folk noir" and "gangsta folk". He was born Wesley Stace in Hastings, East Sussex, England. His given name, Wesley, comes from John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, who preached one of his last sermons in the town where Harding was born. His stage name may be seen as an almost inevitable nickname for a folk-pop musician, in that his first name overlaps with the Bob Dylan album (and song) "John Wesley Harding".

Read more about John Wesley Harding on Last.fm.


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