6 Gun Quota

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

I find it hard to live with all my choices

It's time to turn a deaf ear to those voices

Did you ever think to ask my opinion （Yeah!）

Did you ever think to ask if I'm ok

I burned down every bridge that I found

Now I limit myself to a six gun quota

I played down every feeling I felt

and I bottled them up til the well ran over

Yeah! Yeah!

Give every indication that you're mended

Take every rule you come across and bend it

Did you ever think to ask my opinion （Yeah!）

Did you ever think to ask if I'm ok

I burned down every bridge that I found

Now I limit myself to a six gun quota

I played down every feeling I felt

and I bottled them up til the well ran over

I burned down every bridge that I found

Now I limit myself to a six gun quota

I played down every feeling I felt

and I bottled them up til the well ran over

It feels so good to be numb

Whoa-oh I hate what I have become

Whoa-oh it feel so good to be numb （Whoa-oh）

I burned down every bridge that I found

Now I limit myself to a six gun quota

I played down every feeling I felt

and I bottled them up til the well ran over

I burned down every bridge that I found

Now I limit myself to a six gun quota

I played down every feeling I felt

and I bottled them up til the well ran over

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah