gun wears his alcoholism well   finger in bottle and swingin' it still   from Bed to Sink and back again   clock is crawlin' round the same   he's bustin' clock (he hates its face)   just sittin' and talkin' to Heart and ticks   talkin' back to Clock in slow and studied kicks   the fears of Gun are the fears of everyone.       fingers down the throat of love   fingers down the throat of love   fingers down the throat of love   love! love!       Gun does the waltz around the room   collecting Table and Chairs and Sofa and so on and so on   Gun wears his best blue suit, now let's take to the sky   'we'll go dancin' and eatin' it up   get a bottle and push it on down'   and let's just beat it up   transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely song   saying 'where she gone? where she gone?'   the fears of Gun are the fears of everyone.         fingers down the throat of love   fingers down the throat of love   fingers down the throat of love   love! love!