Depeche Mode - Ultra : Barrel Of A Gun
 

Depeche Mode



Ultra



Barrel Of A Gun





Do you mean this horny creep







Set upon weary feet







Who looks in need of sleep







That doesn't come























This twisted, tortured mess







This bed of sinfulness







Who's longing for some rest







And feeling numb























What do you expect of me







What is it you want







Whatever you've planned for me







I'm not the one























A vicious appetite







Visits me each night







And won't be satisfied







Won't be denied























An unbearable pain







A beating in my brain







That leaves the mark of Cain







Right here inside























What am I supposed to do







When everything that I've done







Is leading me to conclude







I'm not the one























Whatever I've done







I've been staring down the barrel of a gun























Is there something you need from me







Are you having your fun







I never agreed to be







Your holy one























Whatever I've done







I've been staring down the barrel of a gun