Paroles de Exit

Cocked back.45 Hold me stay alive Still fresh in my mind The way that I begged The things that I said Oh the things that I said Just a carpenter’s boy on a long ride home And nobody noticed the boy on his own Felt the gun to my brain The metal sets in I sink to the ground As my soul wears thin And there’s a knife in my back And blood on your hands I won’t listen to your dogma I won’t listen to your dogma Little girl on the street With blood in your mouth They’re gonna hang you for it They’re gonna hang you for it And now they're gonna need an answer Oh, they're gonna need an answer And they're gonna need an answer Oh, they're gonna need an answer Oh, they're gonna need an answer now And then you will pay for that And you will pay for that Bitter sound of silence Never suited you wrong I can bury you well I can bury you well I hope you see The homestretch And you fall short