f** - Shotgun (H)ours lyrics

Shotgun hours Like 50 below Shotgun hours Chances you take The rabbit turns rose You've been born with a thousand things on your mind Shotgun hours Held in your hands Shotgun hours Pushing the point between the muscle and skin And like a good friend I never know what to say Still claw on the lock on the door And still look at the sky reachin' for the shotgun Still pound on the lock on the door And still I look at the sky And don't know what I'm looking for