Man with a Gun

The addictive properties of eternal security
Which is everybody’s right, to the end
A fix on fashion and seductive style
Like a magnet to a block of steel
And all it takes is one click to hit send

Swiping left and right for some subtle clue that calls
Someone to protect and to protect you from it all

She was looking for a man with a gun
She was looking for a man with a gun, with a gun

Every night to hold him tight
A good father is the best of all men
Someone strong who’ll sing me songs
Of his dreams every now and then

She was looking for a man with a gun
She was looking for a man with a gun, with a gun

Timid was not his schtick
So much better to be left alone
After working for the man and every dead deed done
But he knew deep in his chest there was a tender spot to fill
Someone to understand and to understand him would be a thrill

He was looking for a girl with his gun
He was looking for a girl with his gun, with his gun

And so we cry, we don’t know why
In heaven there’s a hotel called hell
And for every bride who needs a place to hide
To check in just put your hand on the bell

He was looking for a girl with his gun
He was looking for a girl with his gun, with his gun

It’s hard to see that we hold the keys
To the castles we create in defense
And there inside we hold our pride
Within a prison of our own expense

We go looking for a guy with a gun
We go looking for a girl on the run. Man with a gun

John Andrew
May 2023