Kill The Gun (Martha Davis) (c)1999 Clean Sheets Music BMI I can't find my way home today The detour takes me out of my way A prickly rash on the back of my hands The drop of sweat that hits the land I'm swimming in dominion Where the air is very thin And in my visions that I see They lie downly heavenly the tears Dogged down terror twice today From an address not so far away Where the laser scopes residing And the bullets are so inviting On the clowns and kings And monkey shines And hopes and dreams of which denied Have come to mean Such agonize and crimes Someone kill the gun Someone make it sleep Someone take it down Bury it in the deep Someone kill the gun Someone make it sleep Someone kill the gun Before the gun kills me No more monkey shines No more monkey shines No more monkey shines The portrait that she painted In pools of blood just titilated And the mouths that roared Grew louder round by round When they found her She was smiling Clutching close the very violence That would scattered her Remains across the tiles Someone kill the gun Someone make it sleep Someone kill the gun Bury it in the deep Someone kill the gun Someone make it sleep Someone kill the gun Before the gun kills me Someone kill the gun Someone make it sleep Someone kill the gun Bury it in the deep Someone kill the gun Someone make it sleep Somone kill the gun Before the gun kills me No more monkey shines No more monkey shines No more monkey shines