Could I have lived in a time that passed me by?nCould I have slept, while others went and died?nIs it really someone elses chore?nWell I have made my bed now I must laynA quiet trance, I slowly drift awaynAnd I think It was so beautifulnnSomeday soon, we'll all come aroundnYeah someday soonnnYou carry your gunnAnd call me your enemynWe're not so far apartnnYou carry your gunnAnd call me your enemynWe're not so far apartnnThey say it's life and I will be just finenI'm counting down, as time ticks bynCould it be? It really is our faultnThey'll shut me up imagine what's the truthnYou silly kid, these tricks are not for younAnd I think it's still so beautifulnnSomeday soon, we'll all come aroundnYeah someday soonnnYou carry your gunnAnd call me your enemynWe're not so far apartnnYou carry your gunnAnd call me your enemynWe're not so far apartnnYou call me your enemynKeep calling me enemynnYour enemynYour enemynCarry your gunnCall me your enemynWe're not so far apartnNow carry your gun nCarry your gunnWe're not your enemynNow carry your gunnCarry your gunnYou're just like mennYou call me your enemynKeep calling me enemyn