I miss those good ol' times
Just you and me so cool
Sippin' on a cup of joe
Was it one lump dear or two?
An early winter
I miss those good ol' times
When your words were good as bread
And laughs danced around our heads
All snug in a blanket warm
An early winter
You've got a gun, you can use it now
And here's a man, you can make him dead
The choice is yours, so ask yourself
If you wanna be a killer, if you wanna be a murderer
With a weapon in a pocket, be brave it's so easy
Without it you're so helpless
Look in the mirror, how do you feel now?
What do you feel about yorself?