Barrel Of A Gun

Do you mean this horny creep set upon weary feet
Who looks in need of sleep that doesn't come

This twisted tortured mess, this bed of sinfulness
Who's longing for some rest and feeling numb

What do you expect of me, what is it you want?
Whatever you've planned for me, I'm not the one

A vicious appetite visits me each night
And won't be satisfied, won't be denied

An unbearable pain, a beating in my brain
That leaves the mark of Cain right here inside

What am I supposed to do when everything that I've done
Is leading me to conclude I'm not the one

Whatever I've done
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
Whatever I've done
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
Whatever I've done, whatever, whatever

Is there something you need from me?
Are you having your fun?
I never agreed to be your holy one

Whatever I've done
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
Whatever I've done, whatever, whatever
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
Whatever I've done, whatever, whatever
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun