Songtext von Solitary Gun

Will I follow you down the line? Will I follow you down the line? Stepped off the the train and looked for Fruitvale signs The January air it whips across my spine Whoa, whoa We've been suffering the six days since he died I saw a picture of his mother as she cried Go to where the people go We'll dig some decent wine And it burns hard and real To feel his feel They're putting clothes to flame, an imaginary sun A little boot heel down for a solitary gun Dana punches his own face, it begs for mocking Shouldn't go lonely from a solitary gun Oh, yeah Shops saluted and the windows of open eyes She said it's emotional and it's not nice Will you be the bed for me when they set the world on fire Just to see it burn In a consolation urn And my stomach turns to steel They're putting close to flame, an imaginary sun A little boot heel down for a solitary gun This moment doesn't happen every night Shouldn't go lonely from a solitary gun This brother's sister's mother's business is all gone Stepped on her neck when we used to just sing songs Whoa, whoa We're setting close to flame, an imaginary sun A little boot heel down for a solitary gun This moment doesn't happen every night Shouldn't go lonely from a solitary gun