| Song | Gun in Your Hand |
| Artist | Lagwagon |
| Album | Let's Talk About Feelings |
| 作词 : Cape, Lagwagon | |
| You jump in front of the bullet | |
| The family put you to it | |
| You might survive the first thousand shots | |
| Back to the end of the line | |
| You hold the will to survive them | |
| Answer to those you have failed | |
| Time to clean your room and show you are able to stop | |
| Beating yourself down | |
| You've arrived | |
| A wealth of respect, a world of a regard | |
| You've always belonged | |
| You have to go on | |
| I just want you to feel the gun in your hand | |
| You used to hold aspiration | |
| You couldn't see the limitations | |
| Even in your youth you were unsurpassed | |
| But driven by grief and it couldn't last | |
| Sometimes promise | |
| Sometimes goodbye | |
| Confessed to all through bloodshot eyes | |
| I just want you to feel the gun in your hand yeah | |
| It only breaks you until you get off | |
| I'm not gonna watch you kill yourself to live | |
| It's all so average until you get off | |
| I'm not gonna wait here until the body's cold | |
| I was young too | |
| I felt just like you | |
| Hated authority, hated all my bosses | |
| Thought they were full of shit | |
| Well it's like they say: | |
| If you're not a rebel at the age of twenty, | |
| You got no heart | |
| But if you haven't turned establishment by thirty, | |
| You got no brains | |
| Because there are no storybook romances | |
| No... fairy tale endings so before you run out to change the world, (I just want you to feel the gun in your hand) | |
| Ask yourself: | |
| What do you really want? |
| zuò cí : Cape, Lagwagon | |
| You jump in front of the bullet | |
| The family put you to it | |
| You might survive the first thousand shots | |
| Back to the end of the line | |
| You hold the will to survive them | |
| Answer to those you have failed | |
| Time to clean your room and show you are able to stop | |
| Beating yourself down | |
| You' ve arrived | |
| A wealth of respect, a world of a regard | |
| You' ve always belonged | |
| You have to go on | |
| I just want you to feel the gun in your hand | |
| You used to hold aspiration | |
| You couldn' t see the limitations | |
| Even in your youth you were unsurpassed | |
| But driven by grief and it couldn' t last | |
| Sometimes promise | |
| Sometimes goodbye | |
| Confessed to all through bloodshot eyes | |
| I just want you to feel the gun in your hand yeah | |
| It only breaks you until you get off | |
| I' m not gonna watch you kill yourself to live | |
| It' s all so average until you get off | |
| I' m not gonna wait here until the body' s cold | |
| I was young too | |
| I felt just like you | |
| Hated authority, hated all my bosses | |
| Thought they were full of shit | |
| Well it' s like they say: | |
| If you' re not a rebel at the age of twenty, | |
| You got no heart | |
| But if you haven' t turned establishment by thirty, | |
| You got no brains | |
| Because there are no storybook romances | |
| No... fairy tale endings so before you run out to change the world, I just want you to feel the gun in your hand | |
| Ask yourself: | |
| What do you really want? |