Beirut - Elephant gun

If I was young, I'd flee this town,
I'd bury my dreams underground.
As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight.
Far from home, elephant gun
let's take them down one by one.
We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around.

Let the seasons begin, it rolls right on.
Let the seasons begin, take the big king down.
Let the seasons begin, it rolls right on.
Let the seasons begin, take the big king down.

And it rips through the silence of our camp at night.
And it rips through the night.
And it rips through the silence of our camp at night.
And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that i hide.

Lon Gisland, Beirut. 2007.