Album: Redo The Stacks

If I Had A Dartgun

An instrumental kicks off this mess, there's no words but I'll try to confess / We're
all unblamable but I might blame you now / Befriend the friend who might get you in,
and watch the masses all try to pretend / They're all unflammable but I might burn
them out. / It's all a routine, and part of this scene / With all the secrets and in
between / I've got secrets to sell, but I can't tell you now./ It's incidental that
you'd finally see - you're crossing me / We're all unsellable but I might sell you
out / Between the when and whereabouts no doubt, I'll be finding out / We're all
unbreakable, but I might break you now.