Paroles de Turning The Gun On Myself
The morning is brightAs Rapper's Delight
Floats up to my room
From the street
And who would disturb
A slumbering world
With this late seventies beat?
I'm taking my aim
From this window pane
And I'm turning the gun on myself
The Upper West Side
Is supposed to be quiet
It's supposed to be wealthy and dull
So how to explain
This thundering pain
That's pushing its way through my skull
I'm taking a leave
Of my senses, you see
And I'm turning the gun on myself
New York is loud
It's wonderfully loud
I wouldn't live anywhere else I'm losing my will
I'm shooting to kill
And I'm turning the gun on myself
I'm losing my will
And I'm shooting to kill
And I'm turning the gun on myself
With this late seventies beat?
I'm taking my aim
From this window pane
And I'm turning the gun on myself
The Upper West Side
Is supposed to be quiet
It's supposed to be wealthy and dull
So how to explain
This thundering pain
That's pushing its way through my skull
I'm taking a leave
Of my senses, you see
And I'm turning the gun on myself
New York is loud
It's wonderfully loud
I wouldn't live anywhere else I'm losing my will
I'm shooting to kill
And I'm turning the gun on myself
I'm losing my will
And I'm shooting to kill
And I'm turning the gun on myself
ADAM TEDDY THOMPSON
© CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP
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