Big guns don’t cry
Big guns don’t cry
I paint on my charlatan face
Up in your personal space
Tend to pretend to be what I condemn
So nourish or perish the thought
Either it’s something I’m not
Or it’s all that I am
Time erodes
Oceans recede and leave just mud
Mud between my toes
I’ve honed circular grieving
Coming home, but not the way I chose
Mud between my toes
Big guns don’t cry
The harder I stare I at the screen
The more I feel bitter and mean
The more I feel bitter, the harder I stare
The blood of excess in my veins
Pumping out Ill-gotten gains
Filthy lucre to spare
Time erodes
Oceans recede and leave just mud
Mud between my toes
I’ve honed circular grieving
Coming home, but not the way I chose
Mud between my toes
Erodes
Oceans recede and leave just mud
Mud between my toes
Mud between my toes
Mud between my toes
Mud between my toes
Lauren London - vocals
Copyright 2020 Zach London
