oh ain t it lonely when you re livin with a gun you can t slow down and you can t turn round and you can t trust anyone you just sit there like a butterfly and you re all encased in glass you re so fragile you just may break and you don t know who to ask oh ain t it lonely when you re livin with a gun well you can t slow down and you can t turn round and you can t trust anyone you just sit there like a butterfly you re well protected by the glass you re such a rare collector s item when they throw away what s the trash you can hang suspended from a star or wish on a toilet roll you can just soak up the atmosphere like a fish inside a bowl when the ghost comes round at midnight well you both can have some fun he can drive you mad he can make you sad he can keep you from the sun when they take him down he ll be both safe and sound and the hand does fit the glove and no matter what they tell you there s good and evil in everyone