Look into this lover?s soul climbin' out this rabbit hole called life and I?ve fallen just like alice all your years of made-up eyes and livin' semi-
Don?t wait too long, don?t close your eyes this heart?s been here forever but we?re in troubled times I feel so weak, this is all so new you hold me
Innocence burns in the mask that she wears confession forgives the sin that she bears you?d never know that you?re under her spell she lives in the moment
Cardboard boxes, nicotine and rain are the things you gave to me and blazin' eyes are just my hurricanes smokin' guns and spinnin' wheels they scream
: You offer your assistance But you won't accept my help You draw your own conclusions And there's room for little else Your own participation's based
You'll find me in my dark world, in my smoke filled temple Whiskey breath and painted women bring me to my senses Prostitutes and loaded guns 'cause trouble is my business Guns
: Your condolences do not excuse the subject at hand. Your contributions do not. Passed by unnoticed. Should I thank you again. Never again. Fading
: Quando butteranno giu? a calci la tua porta Uscirai con le mani in alto o con la pistola pronta Sono tempi bui fratelli vengono a portarci via Con
No law give you more Sweet talker, lover of sin You are what you got You get what you want Look out woman - I got guns for hire Shoot you with desire The guns
gotta fire your guns fire your guns you gotta fire your guns fire your guns (yeah, yeow!) Yeah CHORUS yeah, you want some fun Gotta fire your guns Fire your guns
: How do I get away, when you're beggin' me to stay? What do you need me to say? You're anything but ordinary. What do you want me to do? I've given
your guns You could walk away But I know you were born to fight So Billy get your guns The bandileros are strung out In the promenade Billy get your guns
nobody riding shotgun In this world tonight And when you spit, you better mean it You got to make 'em all believe it If you're gonna be the one Stick to your guns
: Open up the skies of mercy And rain down the cleansing flood Healing waters rise around us Hear our cries Lord let ?em rise Open up the skies of mercy
: [Verse 1:] Lookin' at my phone boy I'm wonderin' why you ain't called(ain't called) Lookin' at the tv screen I don't wanna turn it on(turn it on) Why
How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton
bruise us, But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton. Oh, The Guns Of Brixton. Oh, The Guns Of Brixton. Oh, The Guns Of Brixton. Oh, The Guns
: You're so quiet But it doesn't phase me You're on time You move so fast, makes me feel lazy And let's join forces We've got our guns and horses I
