Gift With A Golden Gun

It’s a twelve o’clock depression, my mind is in recession
And I can’t answer you
It’s the day I can’t remember, I think it’s late September
Or is it April blue

I can’t find peace of mind in a world so unkind
It’s just a little heartbreaker, just a little heartbreaker, yeah

It’s a sticky situation when I’m near hallucination, and I refuse to bow
They used to think me funny when I promised them their money
But they’re not laughing now

Chorus:
I can’t find peace of mind, then she calls me just in time
She’s a gift with a golden gun, and she’s got them on the run
She’s a gift with a golden gun, ‘cause she knows what they’ve done

Chorus: I can’t find…

Just what they’ve done, done, done, done, done
What they’ve done, done, done, done, done
Just what they’ve done, done, done, done, done…