SPIRITUALIZED � Borrowed Your Gun

Daddy I�m sorry I borrowed your gun again
Shot up your family and shot for the city
Daddy I�m sorry I borrowed your gun again
Shot up my mother, my beautiful mother

Hold out your hands, I�m coming home
Hold out your arms, I�m all alone
My mind is made up and I�m down on my luck
I�ve run out of bullets again

Daddy I�m sorry I borrowed your gun again
Shot up your family and shot for the city
Daddy I�m sorry I borrowed your gun again
Shot up my mother, my beautiful mother

Hold out your hands, I�m coming home
Hold out your arms, I�m all alone
My mind is made up and I�m down on my luck
I�ve run out of bullets again

Hold out your hands, I�m coming home
Hold out your arms, I�m all alone
My mind is made up and I�m down on my luck
I�ve run out of bullets again

Hold out your hands, I�m coming home
Hold out your arms, I�m all alone
My mind is made up and I�m down on my luck
I�ve run out of bullets again

Hold out your arms, I�m coming home
Hold out your hands, I�m all alone
My mind is made up and it�s time to make up
I�ve run out of bullets again
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