8.6 Gun Quota
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
I find it hard to live with all my choices
It's time to turn a deaf ear to those voices
Did you ever think to ask my opinion (Yeah!)
Did you ever think to ask if I'm ok
I burned down every bridge that I found
Now I limit myself to a six gun quota
I played down every feeling I felt
and I bottled them up til the well ran over
Yeah! Yeah!
Give every indication that you're mended
Take every rule you come across and bend it
Did you ever think to ask my opinion (Yeah!)
Did you ever think to ask if I'm ok
I burned down every bridge that I found
Now I limit myself to a six gun quota
I played down every feeling I felt
and I bottled them up til the well ran over
I burned down every bridge that I found
Now I limit myself to a six gun quota
I played down every feeling I felt
and I bottled them up til the well ran over
It feels so good to be numb
Whoa-oh I hate what I have become
Whoa-oh it feel so good to be numb (Whoa-oh)
I burned down every bridge that I found
Now I limit myself to a six gun quota
I played down every feeling I felt
and I bottled them up til the well ran over
I burned down every bridge that I found
Now I limit myself to a six gun quota
I played down every feeling I felt
and I bottled them up til the well ran over
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
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