I've been accused I've been abused
Sometimes missused and yes confused
A loaded pen I dip again
Another trigger happy friend
I don't know why I continue to fly
In the face of reason
Something inside me just clicked
Like a tick from an awful season
Under the gun under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
I ain't tripping on a thing
Under the gun under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
I ain't tripping on a thing
I've been afraid to drive at night
I've been a sinner such a lonely sight
Not qualified not rarified
I persevere I give it all my might
I don't know why you continue to cry
That I'll never make it
At least there's some truth
To the fact you know I just cannot fake it
Under the gun under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
I ain't tripping on a thing
Under the gun under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
I ain't tripping on a thing
Under the gun under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
I ain't tripping on a thing ...
I ain't tripping on a thing ...