Shaking Paper

Hold the gun
Way deep down
Lookout young son
Lookout young son

A good thing is coming
Cause the good thing's coming

Big shot guns with no guns
Big shot army with no army at all

I don't know what is worse
And I can't tell what is the best
People emphasize the way of the world
And demons despize the sound of shaking paper
But guess what I found out
That you do too