00:00You can tell trouble's coming when a dog crouches low in the wind
00:17You're peeping, he's got shadow every time you button your eyelids
00:22He's got an instinct, superstition, recycled deja vu
00:27The air is thick with thunder and retribution residue
00:32This gun don't kiss babies
00:37This gun don't pick daisies
00:42This gun leaves orphans crying in their jammies
00:51This gun don't make change and it don't pick marauders
