Here we go, easy flow The setting sun is sinking low Watch it now, wait for the flash You got the view if you got the cash
A little powder from the gun On everything and everyone Shooting doves out of the sky I just like to, I don't know why
Robbing cradles and the graves Just realistic, not depraved Yawn and stretch, my little cats I'm the water in your taps
I'm your sidewalk and your street I own the bones, own the meat Own the thoughts you ain't had yet My little fish caught in the net My little fish caught in the net
A little powder from the gun Nothing but a blazing sun Draining all the rivers dry I just like to, I don't know why I just like to, I don't know why
Voices down an empty hall You'll never see me at all You will never see my face And then my kids will own this place And then my kids will own yours, too If you were me, wouldn't you?
A little powder from the gun Little soldiers run and run Silver birds up in the sky There's nothing that escapes my eye There's nothing that escapes my eye There's nothing that escapes my eye There's nothing that escapes my eye There's nothing that escapes my eye There's nothing that escapes my eye There's nothing that escapes my eye There's nothing that escapes my eyeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
