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
and 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 that 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 ...