Looking for Bullets

Greetings, general
You are the order of the day
A regular Lex Luthor
Born to part the waves
Who am I to question all these calculated risks
With the keeper of your conscience breathing down my spine?

Busy holding grudges
Birthing spiralling violence
History's cautionary tales fall flat against the yellow walls
Of every classroom on every continent
I never writ a letter but I'm feeling bold, so

Dear sir, I thought we had the same idea
But here there's nothing better than
Ageing lions looking for bullets
You say one day you'll become a man
And then you'll understand
Run, boys, run, girls
Run from the gunman

Why has this piano been discarded in the rain?
Will it ever have a song pulse through its chambers again?
And if this makes no sense
Please turn over

Dear sir, I thought we had the same idea
But here there's nothing better than
Ageing lions looking for bullets
You say one day you'll become a man
And then you'll understand
Run, boys, run, girls
Run from the gunman

You plan to pay for it, don't you?
You plan to pay for it, don't you?
You plan to pay for it, don't you?
You plan to pay for it, don't you?
You plan to pay for it, don't you?
You plan to pay for it, don't you?
You plan to pay for it, don't you?
You plan to pay for it, don't you?

You plan to pay for it, don't you?
You plan to pay for it, don't you?

You plan to pay for it, don't you?

Dear sir, I thought we had the same idea
I thought that's why you brought us here
Run, boys, run, girls
Run from the gunman
Run from the gunman
Run from the gunman
Run from the gunman