Paroles de Panic Bullets

I'd plead My campaign But the bullets Stole my name They swallowed my vaccine When the bullets Killed their gene Someone make a toast To the claustrophobic host Raise your glass Of mud and ash See what hurts the most Guests Preen and pose Blowing bullets Out their nose They whinny and they bray Sending bullets On their way Someone make a toast To the claustrophobic host Raise your glass Of mud and ash See what hurts the most Shoes Filled with lead When the bullets Rear their heads Fingers twitch and sweat From the bullet's Silhouette Someone make a toast To the claustrophobic host Raise your glass Of mud and ash See what hurts the most