The Proverbial Gun

	作曲 : Moore, Webb
	now i can buy the proverbial gun
	and shoot the proverbial child
	while my uncle looks me in the eye
	and speaks of freedom
	and my conscience goes up on trial
	in the courtrooms of the mind
	where the judges all have sons
	and all the lawyers are wounded
	and the backs are all broke
	and the bailiff is my brother
	and the witness is my sister
	and i’m guilty as hell
	but by the afternoon i’m out
	out on the pavement walking
	wreaking of salt and blood
	no hat upon my head
	no shoes upon my feet
	picking your body
	from my teeth
	no stars above me
	no stripes upon me
	free

	zuò qǔ : Moore, Webb
	now i can buy the proverbial gun
	and shoot the proverbial child
	while my uncle looks me in the eye
	and speaks of freedom
	and my conscience goes up on trial
	in the courtrooms of the mind
	where the judges all have sons
	and all the lawyers are wounded
	and the backs are all broke
	and the bailiff is my brother
	and the witness is my sister
	and i' m guilty as hell
	but by the afternoon i' m out
	out on the pavement walking
	wreaking of salt and blood
	no hat upon my head
	no shoes upon my feet
	picking your body
	from my teeth
	no stars above me
	no stripes upon me
	free