Ive been accused Ive been abused Sometimes missused and yes confused A loaded pen I dip again Another trigger happy friend I dont know why I continue to fly In the face of reason Something inside me just clicked Like a tick from an awful season Under the gun under the gun Im swimming through the sun I aint tripping on a thing Under the gun under the gun Im swimming through the sun I aint tripping on a thing Ive been afraid to drive at night Ive been a sinner such a lonely sight Not qualified not rarified I persevere I give it all my might I dont know why you continue to cry That Ill never make it At least theres some truth To the fact you know I just cannot fake it Under the gun under the gun Im swimming through the sun I aint tripping on a thing Under the gun under the gun Im swimming through the sun I aint tripping on a thing Under the gun under the gun Im swimming through the sun I aint tripping on a thing Under the gun under the gun Im swimming through the sun I aint tripping on a thing ...