6 Gun Quota

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 Did you ever think to ask if i'm ok I've burned down every bridge that i've found Now i limit myself to a six gun quota I've played down every feelin' i've felt And i bottled them up 'til the well ran over Give every indication that you're mended Take every rule you come across and bend it And did you ever think to ask my opinion And did you ever think to ask if i'm ok I've burned down every bridge that i've found Now i limit myself to a six gun quota I've played down every feelin' i've felt And i bottled them up 'til the well ran over And i bottled them up 'til the well ran over It feels so good to be numb I hate what i have become It feels so good to be numb I've burned down every bridge that i've found Now i limit myself to a six gun quota I've played down every feelin' i've felt And i bottled them up 'til the well ran over