Portugal. The Man - Guns... Guns... Guns lyrics

[Verse 1] Where have all the people gone Whose lives are no longer of use to them? But this system bites habit forming But this single file is so contagious But black eyes breed gossip These perverse and perversions alike Just like these perverse and perversions [Chorus] Hibernate while you're still young You are getting older so much older So much older than you think still Not far but years away Your hands will snake out in a serpent smile Crank the tap itch brimming with suspicions The burrows are brimming with suspicions [Verse 2] Where have all the people gone Whose guns are gold cold son of a b**h? “I'll travel anywhere I like" he says "I'll travel anywhere I please" he says Your guns big guns s** life These perverts and perversions alike Just like this perverts and perversions [Chorus] [Bridge] Where have all the trumpets gone That played us "la-da da-da-da"? [Outro] The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way