Solitary Gun

Will I follow you down the line?
Will I follow you down the line?

Stepped off the the train and looked for Fruitvale signs
The January air it whips across my spine
Whoa, whoa

We've been suffering the six days since he died
I saw a picture of his mother as she cried
Go to where the people go
We'll dig some peace of mind
And it burns hard and real
To feel this feeling

They're putting close to flame an imaginary sun
A leather boot heel down for a solitary gun
The hand that punches its own face, it begs for more again
Shot echoed lonely from a solitary gun
Oh, yeah

Shops are looted and the windows are broken ice
She said it's emotional in here and it's not nice
Will you be the bed for me when they set the world on fire
Just to see it burn
In a consolation urn
And my stomach turns to steel

They're putting close to flame, an imaginary sun
A leather boot heel down for a solitary gun
This moment doesn't happen every night
Shot echoed lonely from a solitary gun

This brother's sister's mother's business is all gone
Stepped on her neck when we used to just sing songs
Whoa, whoa

We're sending close to flame, an imaginary sun
A leather boot heel down for a solitary gun
This moment doesn't happen every night
Shot echoed lonely from a solitary gun