everyone's loaded guns they're on the run...

they've had their fun

shopping and blowing out

they scream and shout

their lives away

how much can you tell

about the way it's rushing in

and how much can we say

as the days go slipping by

it makes me wanna wonder why

and oh

maybe we better go home

pick up the shit

and get on

but oh, but i don't think so

it's chasing you round the store

for more and more

but you're not sure

bellies filled with our minds

making us blind

it's too unkind

how much can we know

about these games of show and tell

that we play so well

and how much can we make

before it spills out

through the sides

creating havoc with the tides

maybe we better go home

pick up our stuff

and get along

and oh but i don't think so