Turning the Gun On Myself

Lyrics to Turning The Gun On Myself :

The morning is bright

As Rappers Delight

Floats up to my room

From the streetAnd who would disturb

A slumbering world

With this late seventies beat?

Im taking my aim

From this window pane

And Im turning the gun on myselfThe Upper West Side

Is supposed to be quiet

Its supposed to be wealthy and dull

So how to explain

This thundering pain

Thats pushing its way through my skullIm taking a leave

Of my senses, you see

And Im turning the gun on myselfNew York is loud

Its wonderfully loud

I wouldnt live anywhere else

But I need my rest

To be at my best

Away from the high decibelsIm losing my will

Im shooting to kill

And Im turning the gun on myself

Im losing my will

And Im shooting to kill

And Im turning the gun on myself