your finger, my trigger
pull it pullit
and guns go bang-

bullets are warp speed but no,
not to us, not to us
the ones with the magic and the ones who see the lights
on the water,
rainbows dancing across the waves,
in the blowing wind,
but we don't feel it-
oh no, not us

and the city stinks of iron
and the flanks of cars are burning
to our touch-

oh no, not us,
oh no, not us--

and our amber glass bottles
we drink,
the life held inside

your finger, my trigger-
pullit, PULL IT
and guns go-
and guns go--

the water is cold,

but- oh no,
not us,
oh no, not us,

oh no, not-