Masters Of Reality — Shotgun Son lyrics

Lyrics

When they come, they hear the shotgun sing
And it shines just like a diamond ring
Can’t wait to see what the night will give
The wind hits hard, where the losers live
White light, white light
They’re talking about a war again
Settling a score again, about salt
And rain and babies born
About paying back and being scorned
White light, white light
Shotgun son, shotgun run