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Artiste:
Sanzen
Titre:
This Is Gun City
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Welcome to rock bottom The only part of the world for you And yes it seems That this situation Is far from resolving And this city is falling apart at the seems And all I can do is wait and see With the biggest smile upon my face I bare to witness The grind and pound Of human flesh undoubtedly at the hands of a madman But if they find the bullet You'll be responsible for this You will be responsible The killing of an innocent man And the cold of the city kills my skin With the poison of pleasure is wearing us down to the bone And I'm worn so thin that I just can't move And I'm worn so thin that I just can't move at all Wake up Hang the noose maker And kick away the stool beneath his feet Beneath his feet And make your way to the party Like nothing happened at all THIS IS GUN CITY As I run I know it WONT BE LONG Before they find you here and take you in for questioning And I know it WONT BE LONG Before they lock me up and throw away the key But if they find the bullet You'll be responsible for this Lovers lost everything are dying to meet you down here As everybody wants to know your name When you fall from the world of the winning There is no in between You're either one or the other One or the other Hang the noose maker And kick away the stool beneath his feet And make your way to the party Like nothing happened at all THIS IS GUN CITY And I know it WONT BE LONG Even if I manage to make it out alive And I know it WONT BE LONG Even if I manage to make it out This city wont take my life This city wont take my life tonight The blood of the dead All through these streets and in your head The blood of the dead All the blood of the dead Speak if there's something you remember I can't have you holding out on me Fuck Hang the noose maker And kick away the stool beneath his feet And make your way to the party Like nothing happened at all