(matraca berg/gary harrison)
The world explodes in violence
while the angels cry in vain
'cause they know the enemy is silent
and knows us all by name -- all by name
she's living in the suburbs
she's watching in the dark
there's a finger on the trigger
and it's pointed at my heart -- at my heart
Take away all weapons, pray for peace and truth
bury all the bullets and tell me what i do with these
Guns in my head at war with my soul
while i sleep in my bed
oh, these guns in my head
fear, ignorance, and anger
oh, these guns in my head are what keep me in anger
I see you on the freeway
i see you on the street
i look away from you
you look away from me -- away from me
we nurture our suspicion
a little more each day
somewhere between the black and white
we struggle in the gray
And i bargain like a salesman, every sunday on my knees
i pray for the world's salvation, and all that answers me are these
Guns in my head at war with my soul
while i sleep in my bed
oh, these guns in my head
fear, ignorance, and anger
oh, these guns in my head are what keep me in anger