I wore a shirt one day with a machine gun silhouette,
Sportin' a rainbow clip
I had this gun guy staring at me,
Wondering where I got it and he just about flipped over it.
I don't know his name, yeah, but just the same,
He buys a literal mountain of death
And I lost 5 or 6 bidding wars against him,
Yeah, until I had no money left
I said until I had no money left
Yeah, until I had no money left.
Oh!
I don't want you getting hurt if you're too disappointed
If the feathers are broken and dead
The birds look good in person,
But not in the photos and super vice versa, I bet
I've seen the auctioneer getting pretty frustrated
If something good gets on the bid
When I went down there I got pretty damned suspicious,
But he seems like a pretty good kid
Yeah, he seems like a pretty good kid
Well, he seems like a pretty good kid
This joint's been around for a while
And it feels like the same old crowd each time
But there's always that chance of a shill biddin' trucker
Trying to help a young man make a dime
There's one gun guy coming straight out of Texas doesn't eat not one for himself
He's got a kick in the gun shop,
She likes to take him ridin'
With the trophies of somebody else
Yeah, the trophies of somebody else
Well, the trophies of somebody else
Writer(s): John Anthony White, Rob Jones
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