Pathway To Providence Lyrics
Good, Bad, I'm The Guy With The Gun
And the silence overcomes the crowd.
They're out of breath,
Afraid to make a sound.
Their thoughts are scrambled.
Tears fall from their eyes.
While a deadly suspect,
Holds suprisingly quiet.
He hides himself from the spotlight.
I won't get caught. [x2]
They'll grab the wrong guy.
They'll get the wrong gun.
And the lights are flashing the blue and the red.
Come in, take a seat, sit down.
We've got some question we'd like to ask you now.
Like where were you an hour ago,
When we heard that bang, we need to know.
At midnight comes the coroner's call.
The church bell shakes the fear in all.
He's got a gun, he's got a gun.
(Bang bang, he's got a gun.)
Well let's all pray for the alleged.
I think they're catching on to me.
Oh what to do, oh what to do.
Run, just run.
At midnight comes the coroner's call.
The church bell shakes the fear in all.
He's got a gun, he's got a gun.
(Bang bang he's got a gun.)
Well let's all pray for the alleged.
Cause I'm caught.
'Lyrics provided by Whole Punk Genre'