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 And 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 my self to a six gun quota I prayed down every feeling I felt and I bottled them up till 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 prayed down every feeling I felt and I bottled them up till the well ran over (x2) 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 prayed down every feeling I felt and I'm bottling them up till the well ran over (x2) Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!