NÜGUNS
Music by D. Malakian
Lyrics by S. Tankian
And the little boy stared,
Into the eyes of the night,
Button collects price of his time,
Little girl glared,
Sheets of the denial,
The bullets connect to the price of her crime,
What have we said,
Wasn't it their bed,
What of our presence,
Haven't we paid penance,
Now the little boy sees,
Through the eyes of delight,
Levers erect not of his rhyme,
Little girl bled,
Sheets of the night,
The lovers connect to the price of his dime,
What have we said,
Wasn't it their bed,
What of our presence,
Haven't we paid penance,
To the new guns, to the new guns...
What have we said,
Wasn't it their bed,
What of our presence,
Haven't we paid penance,
What have we said,
Wasn't it their bed,
What of our presence,
Haven't we paid penance,
To the new guns, to the new guns.
