Shadows move in the afternoon We're the only ones awake dreaming You've got a right to use incremental moves From the faucet to the drain Now that baby's got a gun And I'm staring at the record Now that baby's got a gun And I can see it spinning I'd like to see what you're tracing back to me I'll be poor on your time, and I'll be rich on mine From the faucet to the drain Now that baby's got a gun And I'm staring at the record Now that baby's got a gun And I can see it spinning Don't you find it strange When the life you lead can rearrange? And don't you find it strange When your temple of gunpowder is blowing away?