Looking down the barrel of a gun
  Can't see what you have won
  Underline putting the emphasis on fun
  catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye
  of all the traits I try to hide
    Don't beat yourself up about the future
  just drink yourself into another stupor
  We're middle class, white
  Suburban males
    Nothing that is said or is spoken
  Puts the truth in the open
  No regrets we don't lie about our sheltered lives
  I didn't realise that it mattered
  where you came from
  Take a look at yourself
    Looking down the barrel of a gun
  Can't see what you have won
  Why try to hide when you might
  just as well have been crucified
  Why be ashamed when there's nothing that can be done
  Take a look at yourself