I got my guns, I got them both Now is good a time as any Tell my brothers I love them both Mama told me to say so One for papa, yeah, one for ma One stuck in the middle of it all Now I've no halo, I'm no saint Just a boy with too many complaints I'd keep it simple, if I could keep it sane But I can't keep my pictures inside their frames I'd count my blessings if I could count the days But I can't find my fingers through the foggy haze So I storm the sidewalk with a lump in my throat Can't steer my ship out past the moat And I got my guns, I got them both Now is good a time as any *Humming*