Lyric Under the gun

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
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 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 ...