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Son of a Gun Lyrics
Have you had enough?
Are you tough? Are you broken?
Hit me where it hurts
Don't just curtsy and sulk
I know I deserve every elegant word
That you're hurling at me
When I listen to your voice
Squawking noise, I am thinking
How to counter back
With some nonsense and stink
I see little raindrops of love forming under your eyelids
As I push you too far
[Hook]
I know I'm a son of a gun
Pissing you off just for fun
You're overdramatic, I'm aerodynamic
It's oh, so romantic
That's why I'm a son of a gun
When we started out
There was doubt, there was caution
But I wore you down
With my slapstick and passion
Tricks of the trade
I'm a lovable knave
I'm a handful, it's true
Are you tough? Are you broken?
Hit me where it hurts
Don't just curtsy and sulk
I know I deserve every elegant word
That you're hurling at me
When I listen to your voice
Squawking noise, I am thinking
How to counter back
With some nonsense and stink
I see little raindrops of love forming under your eyelids
As I push you too far
[Hook]
I know I'm a son of a gun
Pissing you off just for fun
You're overdramatic, I'm aerodynamic
It's oh, so romantic
That's why I'm a son of a gun
When we started out
There was doubt, there was caution
But I wore you down
With my slapstick and passion
Tricks of the trade
I'm a lovable knave
I'm a handful, it's true
All the itty bitty quirks
Used to work in my favor
Now they tend to rot
And affect your behavior
I'm still the same freakonomical pain
But I love ya and that will never change
[Hook]
Ooh, yeah, turn it up
You're overdramatic, I'm aerodynamic
It's oh, so romantic
Our heart's filled with panic
If you're the Titanic
I'll swim the Atlantic
Addictions I can't kick
To movies you don't pick
I hate those romance flicks
That's why I'm a son of a gun
Used to work in my favor
Now they tend to rot
And affect your behavior
I'm still the same freakonomical pain
But I love ya and that will never change
[Hook]
Ooh, yeah, turn it up
You're overdramatic, I'm aerodynamic
It's oh, so romantic
Our heart's filled with panic
If you're the Titanic
I'll swim the Atlantic
Addictions I can't kick
To movies you don't pick
I hate those romance flicks
That's why I'm a son of a gun
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Genius Annotation
Son of a Gun is the third track off “Go”. The band describes it as a fun, slow, and quirky song about a guy who “doesn’t really get it” and who constantly pokes fun at his girlfriend despite her inherent lack of amusement.
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- 2.True Romance
- 3.Son of a Gun
- 4.Timelines
- 6.The Coma Kid
- 7.Boxelder
- 9.Bad Idea
- 12.Bottom Feeder
- 13.Give Up/Give In
- 14.Alcohol Eyes
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Recorded At
Flowers Studio
Release Date
June 12, 2012
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