|
Well he opened up this shop at the age of nineteen |
|
Stealing anything the eye could see |
|
Said gather 'round you people, anything you need |
|
Keep my name on your lips |
|
And put the word out on the street |
|
And I will rob 'til my fingers they are down to the bone |
|
Wander 'til I can't remember my own home |
|
Drink 'til I don't know the meaning of alone |
|
'Til that bullet flies to carry me home |
|
'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies |
|
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home |
|
'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies |
|
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home |
|
Well he never ever smiled |
|
But he always seemed pleased |
|
Said I'll never live down upon my bended knees |
|
I see the game and the game it sees me |
|
We will dance until they bury me |
|
I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns |
|
Screaming all my enemies you'll all have your turn |
|
The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts |
|
The more I move on the more I am sure |
|
That I will rob 'til my fingers they are down to the bone |
|
Wander 'til I can't remember my own home |
|
Drink 'til I don't know the meaning of alone |
|
'Til that bullet flies to carry me home |
|
'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies |
|
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home |
|
'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies |
|
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home |
