Turning The Gun On Myself Lyrics - A Piece Of What You Need - Teddy Thompson

Lyrics to Turning The Gun On Myself : 

The morning is bright 

As Rappers Delight 

Floats up to my room 

From the street 

And who would disturb 

A slumbering world 

With this late seventies beat? 

Im taking my aim 

From this window pane 

And Im turning the gun on myself 

The Upper West Side 

Is supposed to be quiet 

Its supposed to be wealthy and dull 

So how to explain 

This thundering pain 

Thats pushing its way through my skull 

Im taking a leave 

Of my senses, you see 

And Im turning the gun on myself 

New York is loud 

Its wonderfully loud 

I wouldnt live anywhere else 

But I need my rest 

To be at my best 

Away from the high decibels 

Im losing my will 

Im shooting to kill 

And Im turning the gun on myself 

Im losing my will 

And Im shooting to kill 

And Im turning the gun on myself