bury them deep that’s what I said time to play your dead man’s hand dealin bullets is like dealin cards when it all comes down to a draw
wind in my face I feel the burn dust drinks the blood of their tears I say goodbye but it don’t mean much when shots ring like hits of a drum
bury them deep that’s what I said lay your body down on the sand when it’s all said and done it’s just a price I work to earn it’s just a price I work to earn
hot sun glares down on the street silence as deep as a Colorado gorge don’t care where you been or where you come from it’s just my job, and has to be done
wind in my face I love the burn dust drinks the blood of their tears I say goodbye but it don’t mean much when shots ring like hits of a drum
bury them deep and they won’t back haunt your soul like they do mine
this town crawls with beggers and thieves come to bite the hand that feedsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
