Guns (are For Pussies) Lyrics - 311 - 311

Here comes the thunder down under 

We're natural wonders 

Night falls when we leave all you feel is the hunger 

Sunrises of people all shapes and sizes 

Dig on the decade and realize it's funky 

No matter this rude boy still got that swagger 

My ears have heard all these crews but we're badder 

Interracial, special, positive beings 

I am I be a cool awakening 

It's getting hectic the metrics the body electric 

Everybody in worn out blue jeans or tacky dresses 

This is the city we've reached we've come to 

Go unrecognized on the corner or make moves 

All the lights are red all the poets are dead 

A familiar nightmare appears in my head 

Times are a changin' myself I'm rearrangin' 

Dream eight-thousand-five-twelve all blazin' 

Born to act out, paranoid with a gat 

Born to act out, think you know where it's at 

Born to act out, but you're lookin' like a sissie 

Born to act out, guns are for pussies 

Born to act out, paranoid with a gat 

Born to act out, think you know where it's at 

Born to act out, but you're lookin' like a sissie 

Born to act out, guns are for pussies 

I'm not from Philly but some say I'm a blunt 

That's just the way I am and no I'm not going to front 

And yes I took a trip to find out about the ways of big city 

Seedy bars and drugs that make you feel shitty 

Pretty older women in skirts, conversation frisky 

Stinking cigarettes and plenty of bourbon whiskey 

Sad classical music on the jukebox of doom 

Hollywood Blvd. barfly frolic room 

Tomb of lost souls some beyond salvage 

Some just having fun opening the steam valvage 

I was one becoming the other hellbent to discover 

Had to pull up the reigns or else smother 

Take it brother all the way and then you're scared 

Don't want to be unprepared 

You're getting paranoid, and then guns are shared 

You guys think you're hard 

But you're in fear of getting harmed 

I fear no man and I am unarmed 

Born to act out, paranoid with a gat 

Born to act out, think you know where it's at 

Born to act out, but you're lookin' like a sissie 

Born to act out, guns are for pussies 

Born to act out, paranoid with a gat 

Born to act out, think you know where it's at 

Born to act out, but you're lookin' like a sissie 

Born to act out, guns are for pussies 

Come on