Fears Of Gun Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

Gun wears his alcoholism well 

Finger in Bottle and swingin' it still 

From Bed to Sink and back again 

Clock is crawlin' round the same 

He's bustin' Clock (he hates its face) 

Just sittin' and talkin' to Heart and ticks 

Talkin' back to Clock in slow and studied kicks 

The fears of Gun are the fears of everyone. 

Fingers down the throat of love 

Fingers down the throat of love 

Fingers down the throat of love 

Love! Love! 

Gun does the waltz around the room 

Collecting Table and Chairs and Sofa and so on and so on 

Gun wears his best blue suit, now let's take to the sky 

'We'll go dancin' and eatin' it up 

Get a bottle and push it on down' 

And let's just beat it up 

Transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely song 

Saying 'Where she gone? Where she gone?' 

The fears of Gun are the fears of everyone. 

Fingers down the throat of love 

Fingers down the throat of love 

Fingers down the throat of love 

Love! Love!