Ben Watt - The Gun lyrics

His family lives out in a gated community It makes them believe in a magic immunity 'Armed Response' signs under the orange tree And beyond the razor wire you can see the glittering sea Cold-eyed cameras watch every door There's no public access to the beach or the shore Private patrol cars, but that's a joke It's just two guys napping and sipping on Diet-Coke And as the weekend comes, well, here's a thought - Neighbours relax with guns and shooting sports And most of the men going rat-a-tat-tat Well, they haven't got any problem with that Until one day, a stray bullet travelling straight Adds our hero on his skateboard to the d**h rate Leaving his mother inconsolable And of course the gun law, it's controllable And back by the gate The patrol car glides And bad luck stalks the roadsides Who decides who holds and who doesn't hold the gun And who's going to solve it with another one? Who's going to solve it with another one? The bus rolls through the steep streets nearby In the late afternoons the long shadows, they soften and dry The wooden beach houses; I see the chairs on the lawn And books in the window, and an oncoming thunderstorm And into the thickening sky I watch the bonfires flare Black smoke melts into the blanket of night air They threw a wreath into the ocean last night It was bobbing beneath the stars and the moonlight And back by the gate The patrol car glides And bad luck stalks the roadsides Who decides who holds and who doesn't hold the gun And who's going to solve it with another one? Who's going to solve it with another one? I'll meet you down by the water I'll meet you down by the water