I aimed this gun
Toward everyone
The favorite son
A setting sun
I cocked it back
They turned to run
He turned to run
You turned to run
Oh still wanting all the time
Still wanting all the time oh
Oh still wanting all the time
Still wanting all the time oh
I focus in
On all this sin
And start to grin
And breathe again
The thoughts collapse
When they walk in
When he walks in
When you walk in
Oh still wanting all the time
Still wanting all the time oh
Oh still wanting all the time
Still wanting all the time oh
Still wanting
Still wanting
Still wanting
Still wanting
Still wanting
Still wanting
Still wanting
Still wanting