Bullet Belt Disco Paroles

But he stood out more then his size 11's

Guns kissing his hips, loaded up on shots

Eyes like dead suns, setting right on me

He claimed he hadn't killed in a while and was getting hungry



“This is the night” he said

“You'll be dancing round the holes

One missed step, one false move

And you'll be learning how to walk again”


Knowing I had shoes of failure

And knowing I could not compete with the beat of 9's

I just let him load the melody and use me to keep time

This tempo was deadly



Amongst the heat of 2 step

The dust was kicking but I fell left footed

Blown wide stance

I joined the slip on the red floor drip



You've left heels aching and lungs fading

And breathing is now a choice too painful to choose

The secret was to dodge on coming death

But with fatigue in my legs, I just didn't have the moves

Pick apart the moment, and piece me back together

I became the victim with the slowest feet

And the stain that still bleeds off beat



This is what happens when killers meet bad dancers

And when tangos end empty chambered