Shotguns taped

The day I left anger
Oh glorious as it was
The day i left wasp lips
To walk in a slowly brewed quality light winter sun

Haters dared me to argue on the street
shotguns taped to the undersides of the table
Hysterical clowns who´ll never reveal their true sentiment
The day i walked away from them was a bright one

Skimpy moan moans like a basement ghost
and some rung snapping reptile practices jeering in my face
Haters routinely taunt, innuendos in their chambers
Even allies polished their weapons before opening fire

Sometimes you´ve got to keep your cool
even when they´ve sawn off the firmest legs of your stool
For skimpy moans will always find a scape goat for their shortcomings
And snake eyed rung snappers forget their friends

There are times when their gestures and words fool
they´ve got more to do with them, than they have to do with you
It´s no time to get angry or even defensive
Even when they´re mega smug and in your face offensive