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
: 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
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
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
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
: (feat. Trife Da God, Cappadonna & Killa Sin) [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot They picked the car up, they on
it's different (Turning us into monsters) Kids don't fight with knives anymore (Turning us into fire) They fight with guns! Kids got guns! (Turning us
: Kids with guns Kids with guns Taking over But it won't be long They're mesmerized Skeletons Kids with guns Kids with guns Easy does it, easy does it
in ruins... One, twenty-one guns Lay down your arms Give up the fight One, twenty-one guns Throw up your arms into the sky One, twenty-one guns Lay
: It don?t really matter You?ll find out for yourself No it don?t really matter You?re gonna leave this thing to Somebody else If they missionaries
: If the world would end today All the dreams we had would all just drift away, uh You know there's nothing more to say if the world would end and
: All the love in the world couldn't save you All the innocence inside You know I tried so hard to make you I wanna make you change your mind And
: Ah ah ah When all is said and done We're not the only ones Who look at life this way That's what the old folks say But every time I see them
