But your stained hand shoots the gun once more... "What are you?" he asks as he heads to Hell Breakfast with a wife he's never known "This is gonna be a perfect day"
Rumours are black like machine guns Rumours are black like machine guns Rumours are black like machine guns Rumours are black like machine guns
"A decade ago your lungs turned blue, didn't they?" And he checks the list in his pocket once again... 20 lives written down in 20 seconds: Happy Mr. OldFuck The tears he won't hear have made his day
Rumours are black like machine guns Rumours are black like machine guns Rumours are black like machine guns Rumours are black like machine guns
So you take the list and read out loud The names you're about to wreck Have a drink, count your bullets Your heart is as evil as your breathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
