[Verse 1: Cecil Otter] We're lying in a minefield of dreams We count those sheep as they scream They never made it over the fence With each noble attempt, we just sat there conscious Been the longest, sleepless few years ever Defeat feels beautiful together The breeze feels suitable to weather So for better or worse is working for the better And we never, ever gave our letters away Just gained some pleasure from the pain We ain't some veterans for fame We aim with the heart, and we never miss a target And we're playing in the dark with the archers The robbers, the honor The offer to never turn the lights on Better learn to fight long nights Wrong moves lose battles When the sun is down, look around
[Hook: Cecil Otter] x2 So look it down, go look down the barrel Look what you found, the bang for the buckshot The ricochets graze, the blood drops
[Bridge: Cecil Otter] So go ahead and look it down Go look down the barrel of that fun gun Look what you found You got no more face So when the hot sun's setting on a shotgun wedding I will not tie the knot where the shots come heading At my head, I will not be caught dead Walking off to my bed with a death threat
[Verse 2: Cecil Otter] We got no time to take orders It just ain't in the cards when you're self-made No time for an angel on a shoulder We got to make room for the barrel of a 12-gauge Self trained, remaining [?] I wasn't unsure, I was just waiting for the rupture It never came, so we're playing with thunder Now we hunger for slumber, we're out and we're hunting Some thousand-something hounds that are coming The growlin' run 'em up, now we'll shut 'em up Proudly pucker up and throw them all a kiss for kicks Prevail and jot it down quick And we'll hollar that shit, we'll bottle that shit up We'll model that did-up, go bottom up, flip out So get out your gun, ma, let off a couple rounds Let all these outlaws know we don't fuck around
[Hook] x2
[Bridge: Cecil Otter] So go ahead and look it down Go look down the barrel of that fun gun Look what you found You got no more face So when the hot sun's setting on a shotgun wedding I will not tie the knot where the shots come heading At my head, I will not be caught dead Walking off to my bed with a death threatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
