stop in between the lies this is one you never will complete
don't you want that old trusty forty-five to fire
you've been turned outside so ironic that it never happened
transferred base to base wasn't brought out in the war
made you learn to hide
want to go and die
turn over shelved and locked away
still life falling down
stop your memories don't you want that old trusty forty-five to fire
in the face of all that you wanted and desired
those details all remain so flawlessly retold
stories fifty-five years old never leave
