They saw me bleeding on the snow chased like a fox to a hole I gotta make it through the night ‘cause now they run this town
The cries cut to the bone with every word like a claw we grew together in this neighborhood though my songs are made of different tunes
I am no part of this herd should I feel pride or contempt? bang, bang it’s the sound of the war drums don’t expect me to salute to your coat of arms
In the middle of the road With the sun gunned down It’s too late for coming back we’re truly gone we no longer have names they’re all worn out we were caught in a parallax we’re truly gone
Aren’t you a little bit confused thinking you're playing by the rules? ‘cause they do not define your claim it's not a board game, anyway
Love doesn’t speak through the guns but you keep firing in the dark bang, bang it’s the sound of fucking war drums hit it, boys, hit it...
In the middle of the road With the sun gunned down It’s too late for coming back we’re truly gone we no longer have names they’re all worn out we were caught in a parallax we’re truly gone
They saw me bleeding on the snow chased like a fox to a hole I gotta make it through the night ‘cause now they run this town
In the middle of the road With the sun gunned down It’s too late for coming back we’re truly gone we no longer have names they’re all worn out we were caught in a parallax we’re truly goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
