Gun Man

Practice makes perfect in a perfect world
We practice and practice until we're the best in the world

All asleep in the house of one man's bliss
How could electric shock wake me up to this

All he ever wanted was to be the king of England
Bitterness drove the gunman

He quit his job so he could wear sunglasses
He said I don't believe in bitterness
Or pain or leather jackets

All he ever wanted was to be the king of England
Bitterness drove the gunman
From his simple life
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