She came home drunk and dirty - she'd been cruising - in the park
She came home - waisted - she'd been cruising - like a shark
She came home - loaded - had been cruising - in the dark
I know by now - she'd been screwing in the back of his car
I grabbed my pistol - I'm the boss - and somehow - I had to show it
She blew my mind as she whispered in my ear - it ain't the gun, darling
It's the way you blow it.
The dustin' crack - come out & fight - the smell of hell - the shootin kind
She came home drunk with a truckload of lust-I've seen it all-through my own eyes
The stink of London - subway-heat - Kenthouse-game - play for keeps
She's been cruising, I can tell by the smell, I've seen it all-through my own eyes
I grabbed my pistol - I'm the boss - and somehow - I had to prove it
She blew my mind as she whispered in my ear - it ain't the gun, darling
It's the way you - blow it.
(I've seen it all - through my - own eyes (4 X)
I grabbed my pistol - I'm the boss - and somehow - I had to show it
She blew my mind as she whispered in my ear - it ain't the gun, darling
It ain't the gun, darling
I grabbed my pistol - I'm the boss - and somehow - I had to prove it
She blew my mind as she whispered in my ear -it ain't the gun, darling
It's the way you - blow it.
Ch. (I've seen it all - through my - own eyes (4 X)
(I've seen it all)
Dustin' crack - come out & fight - the smell of hell - the shootin' kind
(I've seen it all)
She came home draggin' a truckload of life - I've seen it all - I've seen it all
(I've seen it all)
I dragged my pistol - come out and fight - the smell of hell - the shootin' kind
(I've seen it all - through my - own eyes)
I've seen it all - a truckload of of love - see me cruisin' - see me cruisin'
(Cruisin' --- Cruisin' --- Cruisin')
Cruisin' in the park - cruisin' in the dark - cruisin' - screwing in the back of his car
(I've seen it all - through my - own eyes)
The smell of hell - the shootin' kind - I've seen it all
(I've seen it all - through my - own eyes)
(I've seen it all - through my - own eyes)
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It Ain't The Gun Lyrics

Herman Brood – It Ain't The Gun Lyrics