Stick To Your Guns Lyrics

I'll be gone when you read this so I just wanted to say
I'm sorry to the couple decent people who got in the way
And maybe there was a point at which it all coulda been different
But this is the position we're in and it's pointless to wish that it isn't
They'll all be gawking when I walk in the door
Cocking my shotgun hammer and they drop to the floor
The clocks shatter I scatter the jock horde and splatter the chalkboard
It matters a lot more, than half of you thought
When you were knocking me like I'm a laughingstock
And a weakling a freak and creep, I was mocked and ignored
You're sorry now but talk is cheap-- shoulda thought it before
You're the sorry flock of sheep who made me rot to core
And of course you'll make a break to escape through the corridor
Don't be late— I'll set you up on a date with the coroner
And our fate's are sealed, all of you fakes
Don't worry, this will all be over soon

You got your finger on the trigger, kid
You got your finger on the trigger, kid
Line it up, line it up, line it up
And hit me with the truth
You got your finger on the trigger, kid You got your finger on the trigger, kid
Line it up, line it up, line it up
And hit me with the truth

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“You got your finger on the trigger, kid— Watsky feat. Julia Nunes

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