Turning The Gun On Myself

Lyrics to Turning The Gun On Myself :

The morning is bright

As “Rapper’s Delight”

Floats up to my room

From the street

And who would disturb

A slumbering world

With this late seventies beat?

I’m taking my aim

From this window pane

And I’m turning the gun on myself

The Upper West Side

Is supposed to be quiet

It’s supposed to be wealthy and dull

So how to explain

This thundering pain

That’s pushing its way through my skull

I’m taking a leave

Of my senses, you see

And I’m turning the gun on myself

New York is loud

It’s wonderfully loud

I wouldn’t live anywhere else

But I need my rest

To be at my best

Away from the high decibels

I’m losing my will

I’m shooting to kill

And I’m turning the gun on myself

I’m losing my will

And I’m shooting to kill

And I’m turning the gun on myself