Solitary Gun Songtext / Lyric

Will I follow you down the line?

Will I follow you down the line?



Stepped off the the train and looked for Fruitvale signs

The January air it whips across my spine

Whoa, whoa



We've been suffering the six days since he died

I saw a picture of his mother as she cried

Go to where the people go

We'll dig some decent wine

And it burns hard and real

To feel his feel



They're putting close to flame, an imaginary sun

A little boot heel down for a solitary gun

Dana punches his own face, it begs for mocking

Shouldn't go lonely from a solitary gun

Oh, yeah






Shops saluted and the windows of open eyes

She said it's emotional in here and it's not nice

Will you be the bed for me when they set the world on fire

Just to see it burn

In a consolation urn

And my stomach turns to steel



They're putting close to flame, an imaginary sun

A little boot heel down for a solitary gun

This moment doesn't happen every night

Shouldn't go lonely from a solitary gun



This brother's sister's mother's business is all gone

Stepped on her neck when we used to just sing songs

Whoa, whoa



We're setting close to flame, an imaginary sun

A little boot heel down for a solitary gun

This moment doesn't happen every night

Shouldn't go lonely from a solitary gun

Oh

Oh, oh, oh

Uh

Oh

Oh, oh, oh