Watching the Wires

Then I became a singer
It's strange to think about
I wanted to be heard, when you get down to it
There ain't no money in that
Then I became a stranger
Living with this-uh gun
Well I was afraid I would never grow old
Temptation wore me down

Watching the wires
Setting fires
I hate to run but
I'm a gun for hire
Give me one good reason
Do it for the feeling
I know what you say, but
I had to learn it the hard way

Aw, the running was a murder
Baby, they were right
I drew a card that was full of swords
I nеver said I loved the light
So I did run likе a river
Either that or blow my mind
Mama was afraid I would never grow up
Pop was afraid that I might

Watching the wires
Setting fires
I hate to run but
I'm a gun for hire
Give me one good reason
Do it for the feeling
I know what you say, I
Had to learn it the hard way

Maybe in the next lifetime
Or maybe in the next flame
Maybe in the next valley
Somebody knows me