The streets are cracked and broken,
And the words remain unspoken,
They’re the same in every tongue,
With an old age gun,
Now he’s stalking through the rubble,
Boiling thoughts of toil and trouble,
Vision blurry red and double,
And his odds are slim to none

Take your leave now son,
With your old age gun,
And the stranger courting danger,
In the chamber there’s just one,
But he can’t disguise,
Bloody murder in his eyes,
Never saw the sunrise,
Always been on the run.

Now thousands fathered victory,
But isn’t it a mystery,
How defeat remains an orphan,
With an old age gun,
He’s a victor and a victim,
Every time he took a kicking,
He loaded just one bullet
In an old age gun.

On your way now son,
With your old age gun,
You’re the stranger courting danger,
In the chamber there’s just one,
Now you live your life,
On the blade of a knife,
Not a minute for respite,
For destruction’s only son.

See that figure on the rise,
Puts the barrel to his eyes,
Pulls the trigger and he cries out,
For an old age gun,
But no bullet leaves the chamber,
One in five is the remainder,
Should have never even came here,
With your old age gun.

Time to run now son,
With your old age gun,
And he’s screaming and he’s dreaming,
Like the demon’s chosen son,
But it’s no surprise,
Don’t evangelize,
When his own demise,
Is an old age gun.

He sings the song of nihilists,
And he dreams a dream of violence,
Dancing to a song of silence,
When the night is young,
And he longs for mutilation,
Suicidal ideation,
Chance a barrel roll rotation,
No more need to run.

Say goodbye now son,
To your old age gun,
And the mourning bell is ringing,
But your song is still unsung,
Puts the barrel to his temple,
As his fingers twitch and tremble,
Squeeze the trigger don’t be gentle,
With your old age gun.

Take your leave now son,
With your old age gun,
And the stranger courting danger,
In the chamber there’s just one,
But he can’t disguise,
Bloody murder in his eyes,
Victory awards no prize,
Just an old age gun.

JC Axe