"Galick Gun" lyrics

Feather falls off, golden hour, crushed by the sun
Did you say you're having fun?
Don't you think we've had enough?

Fire in the sky, witching hour, black out the sun
Try to hold on to this song
It might be the last one

Dull blade will give you a slow start
You'll need wood and nails once you pull me apart

Why you look so scared?
Don't you know everyone doesn't really care?
Why you look so scared?
Don't you know everyone doesn't really care?

I know you know the water's cold
You got me feeling six feet below
Say we put a gun to my head
I'd take back everything I said
I'd never do it again