I've been accused i've been abused
Sometimes missused and yes confused
A loaded pen i dip again
Another trigger happy friend

I don't know why i continue to fly
In the face of reason
Something inside me just clicked
Like a tick from an awful season

Under the gun under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
I ain't tripping on a thing

Under the gun under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
I ain't tripping on a thing

I've been afraid to drive at night
I've been a sinner such a lonely sight
Not qualified not rarified
I persevere i give it all my might

I don't know why you continue to cry
That i'll never make it
At least there's some truth
To the fact you know i just cannot fake it

Under the gun under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
I ain't tripping on a thing

Under the gun under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
I ain't tripping on a thing

Under the gun under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
I ain't tripping on a thing

Under the gun under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
I ain't tripping on a thing ...