| Song | Guns and People |
| Artist | Eric Serra |
| Album | Subway |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| That night I waited too long | |
| For someone who wouldn't come | |
| Who would've made it home to me | |
| I went for a walk in the street | |
| Empty eyes and shady faces | |
| People hustling and people wandering | |
| And I just found that in their places | |
| The streets were not that frightening, no | |
| Guns don't kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| I said | |
| Guns don't kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| I said | |
| I left it all, went to the mall | |
| That led me to a noisy cafe | |
| And there she was, between two cups | |
| Sweet and amazing and lofty | |
| Just one glance and love, it hit me | |
| Felt like being in a movie | |
| Was she the one I was waiting for? | |
| A beauty, a blue-eyed killer, yeah | |
| This cruel world is such a mess | |
| I went back home to my loneliness | |
| It was too late, it was too late | |
| To go to sleep | |
| I think I might be tired | |
| And I try, I try to sing | |
| All I remember is that line | |
| Guns don't kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| Guns don't kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| I said guns don't kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| I said guns don't kill people | |
| It's people who kill people | |
| People kill people |
| That night I waited too long | |
| For someone who wouldn' t come | |
| Who would' ve made it home to me | |
| I went for a walk in the street | |
| Empty eyes and shady faces | |
| People hustling and people wandering | |
| And I just found that in their places | |
| The streets were not that frightening, no | |
| Guns don' t kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| I said | |
| Guns don' t kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| I said | |
| I left it all, went to the mall | |
| That led me to a noisy cafe | |
| And there she was, between two cups | |
| Sweet and amazing and lofty | |
| Just one glance and love, it hit me | |
| Felt like being in a movie | |
| Was she the one I was waiting for? | |
| A beauty, a blueeyed killer, yeah | |
| This cruel world is such a mess | |
| I went back home to my loneliness | |
| It was too late, it was too late | |
| To go to sleep | |
| I think I might be tired | |
| And I try, I try to sing | |
| All I remember is that line | |
| Guns don' t kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| Guns don' t kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| I said guns don' t kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| I said guns don' t kill people | |
| It' s people who kill people | |
| People kill people |
| That night I waited too long | |
| For someone who wouldn' t come | |
| Who would' ve made it home to me | |
| I went for a walk in the street | |
| Empty eyes and shady faces | |
| People hustling and people wandering | |
| And I just found that in their places | |
| The streets were not that frightening, no | |
| Guns don' t kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| I said | |
| Guns don' t kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| I said | |
| I left it all, went to the mall | |
| That led me to a noisy cafe | |
| And there she was, between two cups | |
| Sweet and amazing and lofty | |
| Just one glance and love, it hit me | |
| Felt like being in a movie | |
| Was she the one I was waiting for? | |
| A beauty, a blueeyed killer, yeah | |
| This cruel world is such a mess | |
| I went back home to my loneliness | |
| It was too late, it was too late | |
| To go to sleep | |
| I think I might be tired | |
| And I try, I try to sing | |
| All I remember is that line | |
| Guns don' t kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| Guns don' t kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| I said guns don' t kill people | |
| People kill people | |
| I said guns don' t kill people | |
| It' s people who kill people | |
| People kill people |