Hell With a Water Pistol - Magic Bronson

We are hearts, wrapped up in a sea of bones

We are blood, richer than a Toblerone

It is fleeting, melting right into our hands

It is weeping, begging us to understand

We are you, you are not what you’ve become

You are light, brighter than an atom bomb

It is fading, muscles all have become weak

We are aching, vocal cords begin to speak out

And then they all called out

What’s all the fuss about

I know we have our doubts

We are in hell with a water pistol

And then they all called out

What’s all the fuss about

Yeah we have our doubts

We in hell with a water pistol

We are planets, traveling around the Sun

We are bullets, in the chamber of a gun

So much for youth, always push towards growing up

So much for truth, lost ourselves in all this trust

We are you, you are not what you’ve become

You are light, brighter than an atom bomb

It is fading, muscles all have become weak

We are aching, vocal cords begin to speak out

And then they all called out

What’s all the fuss about

Yeah we have our doubts

We are in hell with a water pistol

Yeah we have our doubts

We are in hell with a water pistol

And then they all called out

What’s all the fuss about

I know we have our doubts

We are in hell with a water pistol

And then they all called out

What’s all the fuss about

Yeah we have our doubts

We are in hell with a water pistol

Yeah we have our doubts

We are in hell with a water pistol