I’ve got my eyes set west / Just like your back pressed hard against my bed / I’m writing off our dead-end story / And I’m wearing down this conversation /You’re drunk, but no relation / And I won’t be here when you sober up // I’ve got these friends by my side and I’m leaving this all behind / No, I’m not worried / We’re just the same old story, sorry but I’m over you / We’ve got our eyes set west so drink up and place your bets / Here’s a toast, here’s a toast to the outlaws that we call friends / We’ve got our eyes set west so drink up and place your bets / Here’s a toast, here’s a toast to when we draw / Aim for the heart, shoot from the hip // Shoot from the hip / We draw first blood / To make you a man or a bodybag / Ten paces on my count // Bullets in the back you never had / And I’ve still got my friends / And another for the back of your head / Bullets in the back you never had / And I’ve still got my friends, and another one for… //Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
