Guns. Guns…Guns
Portugal. The Man Lyrics


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Where have all the people gone
Whose lives are no longer of use to them?
But this system bites habit forming
But this single file is so contagious
But black eyes breed gossip like
These perverse and perversions alike
Just like these perverse and perversions
Hibernate while you're still young
You are getting older, so much older
So much older than you think, still
Not far but years away
Your hands will snake out in a serpent smile
Crank the tap, itch, brimming with suspicions
The burrows are brimming with suspicions

Where have all the people gone
Whose guns are gold cold son of a bitch?
"I'll travel anywhere I like" he says
"I'll travel anywhere I please" he says
Black eyes breed gossip like
These perverts and perversions alike
Just like this perverts and perversions

Hibernate while you're still young
You are getting older, so much older
So much older than you think, still
Not far but years away
Your hands will snake out in a serpent smile
Crank the tap, itch, brimming with suspicions
The burrows are brimming with suspicions

Where have all the trumpets gone
That played us la-da da-da-da?

The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way

The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way

The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way





The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Guns" by Portugal. The Man touch on themes of societal decay, the consequences of a flawed system, and the destructive nature of power. The song explores the disappearance of people who are deemed no longer useful by society, referencing their lives being seen as disposable. The lyrics suggest that the system in place perpetuates harmful habits and a conformity that spreads like a contagious disease.


The mention of black eyes breeding gossip implies that negative actions and perversions are enabling a toxic cycle to continue. The idea of hibernating while young may speak to the singer's desire to shield themselves from the corrupt influences of the world as they grow older. However, even in their isolation, they still feel the weight of time passing and the suspicion that surrounds them.


The chorus reiterates the question of where these people have gone, further highlighting societal disregard and the dehumanization of individuals. The mention of "guns" suggests a metaphorical power or control that these missing individuals possessed. The line "The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way" portrays an impending sense of doom and a loss of faith in traditional institutions.


Overall, "Guns" reflects on the degradation of society, the themes of conformity, power, and the consequences of an imperfect system.


Line by Line Meaning

Where have all the people gone
What has happened to the individuals who have lost all hope in their lives?


Whose lives are no longer of use to them?
Whose existence has become meaningless and insignificant to themselves?


But this system bites habit forming
However, this societal structure becomes addictive and enslaving


But this single file is so contagious
But this conformity spreads rapidly and influences others


But black eyes breed gossip like
But bruised eyes generate rumors and scandal just as


These perverse and perversions alike
These distorted actions and immoral behaviors do as well


Just like these perverse and perversions
In the same way as these twisted and wicked actions


Hibernate while you're still young
Withdraw from the world when you are still naïve and innocent


You are getting older, so much older
The passage of time is making you age rapidly


So much older than you think, still
Much older than your perception, despite everything


Not far but years away
Not distant, but just a few years ahead


Your hands will snake out in a serpent smile
Your actions will deceitfully mask your true intentions


Crank the tap, itch, brimming with suspicions
Turn on the faucet of doubt, scratching at it, filled with uncertainty


The burrows are brimming with suspicions
The hiding places are overflowing with doubts and mistrust


Where have all the trumpets gone
What happened to the joyful and celebratory moments?


That played us la-da da-da-da?
That filled our lives with joyful melodies?


The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The clergyman is aboard the vessel, and chaos and destruction are approaching


The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The clergyman is aboard the vessel, and chaos and destruction are approaching


The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The clergyman is aboard the vessel, and chaos and destruction are approaching


The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The clergyman is aboard the vessel, and chaos and destruction are approaching


The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The clergyman is aboard the vessel, and chaos and destruction are approaching


The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The clergyman is aboard the vessel, and chaos and destruction are approaching


The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The clergyman is aboard the vessel, and chaos and destruction are approaching


The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The clergyman is aboard the vessel, and chaos and destruction are approaching


The priest's on the boat and hell is on its way
The clergyman is aboard the vessel, and chaos and destruction are approaching




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: John Baldwin Gourley

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Comments from YouTube:

DocM

Impeccable piece of work!!!

bianesita13

i love this song <3 i can´t wait to see portugal in mexico =D

hoodieluvas

love!! :D

Andrew Steven

I'll travel anywhere I please!

Fleskore

I know, I kept on hearing" i mean GODAMN!

Klusis

YESYESYESSS!!!! <3

Paul Miller

are you refering to elephants lyrics "i found gold, gold got it, got it?"

Ludy Guerrier

Bud he says that in this song

Paul Miller

@Ludy Guerrier not sure what this was about... time flies

Ludy Guerrier

@Paul Miller oh sorry I just noticed thatwaz from 8 years ago

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