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GUNSHOW Lyrics - Artist : Triple One
You best hope they pile all the steel from the free world on my grave
And put bolt in my stomach, cause when I go to hell no I won't behave You best hope that they pile all the steel from the free world on my grave And put bolt in my stomach, cause when I go to hell no I won't behave Ooooooo and it's not just what it seems Ooooooo won't you burn me at the stake Ooooooo there's nothing, nothing I ever could want And it's nothing, nothing It's away, but it's plain to see there's something in the air It's away, but it's plain to see there's something in the air Fire away, I see you slippin over closer to the edge It's away, but it's plain to see there's something in the air Yep check the sound turn it up on the telly We rockin' every single station blowin' up the celly Rub on your nipples and blow it wet ya fucking whistle Big liquor flowing' off the top floor it's not a little I tell em war stories go over head they laugh a giggle And they don't drop it low for anyone unless it's triple ONE belittling all my SONS they dribbling off there TONGUE, glissining fiddling nibbling these NUTS Ooooooo and it's not just what it seems Ooooooo won't you burn me at the stake Ooooooo there's nothing, nothing I ever could want And it's nothing, nothing Yeh I'm a ghost in this world, petrified lover do the most in this world I could try and I'll fail, but I won't give in til dead or in a cell Yeh I'm a ghost in this world, petrified lover do the most in this world I could try but I'll fail, I won't give in till I'm dead or in a cell It's away, but it's plain to see there's something in the air It's away, but it's plain to see there's something in the air Fire away, I see you slippin over closer to the edge It's away, but it's plain to see there's something in the air |
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