Spiritualized - Borrowed Your Gun

Daddy I'm sorry
I borrowed your gun again
Shot up your family
A shock for the city

Daddy I'm sorry
I borrowed your gun again
Shot up my mother
My beautiful mother

Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone

My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again

Daddy I'm sorry
I borrowed your gun again
Shot up your family
A shock for the city

Daddy I'm sorry
I borrowed your gun again
Shot up my mother
My beautiful mother

Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone

My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again

Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone

My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again

Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone

My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again

Hold out your hands
I'm coming home
Hold out your arms
I'm all alone

My mind is made up
And I'm down on my luck
I've run out of bullets again

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