someday, I'll make it out of this High school hell hole Fly away Don't waste time being mad at everything, Freedoms only a breath away Caps will fly up Signal the rifleman
where I long to be With my three good companions Jus? my rifle, my pony and me Whiporwill in the willow Sings a sweet melody Ridin? to Amarillo Jus? my rifle
i love you You're all i waaaaaaaaaaaooh yeeeah.... My smile is a rifle And what are you... My smile is a rifle And i point it at you My smile is a rifle
a man's never ending love and the long black rifle. [Chorus:] He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man Shot him down with a long, black rifle
telegram, i've got your souvenirs 1914 - 1918 i've got your photograph, i've got your poetry Young men, as us - Artists' Rifles Young men, as us - Artists' Rifles
: The night I turned 25 it was legos on the floor it seemed like a safe enough game for a man to play with his daughter an automatic rifle and a bullet
: Carabina 30-30 Que los rebeldes portaban Y Decian los maderistas Que con ella no mataban Carabina 30-30 Que los rebeldes portaban Y Decian los maderistas
Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-hurrah It's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-hurrah I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
'm a king with a sting of a scorpion' [Mad Child] Scorpion King has slowly returned [ABSTRACT RUDE] 'I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion' [Prevail] Rifle
come to you I know i love you You're all i see My smile is a rifle And what are you? My smile is a rifle I'm pointing it at you My smile is a rifle
a man's never ending love and the long, black rifle. Chorus: He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man Shot him down with a long, black rifle
own violent halls Battling our own private wars In our body In our blood Guess some pain can do us good Chorus: (x2) Stalking the halls Loaded deer rifle
the night I turned 25 it was legos on the floor / it seemed like a safe enough game / for a man to play with his daughter / an automatic rifle and a bullet
Fighting the fireplace glow Knockin' on that door in my sleep Fighting the fireplace glow To keep me away To keep me away from home Papa, get the rifle
traveling so low And the shoes I?ve been wearing, well they?re long and somewhat slow And a giant waking bird shakes the trees above my head Stolen shoes and a rifle
I'm gonna take time Sure feels like I'm falling down again Sure feels like I'm falling down again Sure feels like I'm falling down again I see the rifles
rifle range (I lost my heart) At the rifle range (I could not start) At the rifle range (She left me so hot) At the rifle range (I heard a shot) At the rifle
No se me ocurre otra manera de seguir en pie de guerra que cobijarme entre tus brazos practicando el cuerpo a tierra... y camuflarme con tu carne
