Ive been accused Ive been abused
Sometimes missused and yes confused
A loaded pen I dip again
Another trigger happy friend
I dont 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
Im swimming through the sun
I aint tripping on a thing
Under the gun under the gun
Im swimming through the sun
I aint tripping on a thing
Ive been afraid to drive at night
Ive been a sinner such a lonely sight
Not qualified not rarified
I persevere I give it all my might
I dont know why you continue to cry
That Ill never make it
At least theres some truth
To the fact you know I just cannot fake it
Under the gun under the gun
Im swimming through the sun
I aint tripping on a thing
Under the gun under the gun
Im swimming through the sun
I aint tripping on a thing
Under the gun under the gun
Im swimming through the sun
I aint tripping on a thing
Under the gun under the gun
Im swimming through the sun
I aint tripping on a thing ...
