F4 / F / Fm / Bb
Ammunition Premonition Lately... I've felt a weird paranoid-like premonition Luckily... I keep feeling like I might be able to runaway Getaway Hide from the evil that is after me Maybe just wait to see the light from the barrel Not waiting to hear the sound... and hitting the ground Before the bullet meets my bone My reflex and timing I'm trying to hone With my hand-eye coordination... trying to get in the zone The premonition says quartermaster ammunition The kind of ammunition for any situation Be it figurative or literal Be prepared to rock n' roll Construct a booby-trap out of wit Turn into a camouflage mirage Do whatever it takes And, never quit She makes the breaks So, I won't forget to thank God For living through the day For keeping my mind broad And, a focus on the way... The right way in the game we play A life or death game in which we play to the finish I just wish... someone Was on the side of life Not all against none Fighting for death and strife Lately... I've felt a weird paranoid-like premonition And, I've the notion... To side with the underdog Completely in sympathy for humanity To side with the undergod Against every odd And, be the minion cog In Her plan to withstand Man