Nobody move, nobody breathe No one gets hurt but me Put the goods in the bag, lay it down easy
Colorado
The horses want to run up Fifth Avenue, yeah And I'd run too but I'm wearing these high heeled shoes Someone trip the alarm, sirens come screaming Colorado, Colorado
Everyone put their hands on their head And their eyes on the ground No matter what you hear Don't turn around
Likely to get messy And it's likely to get loud, to get loud, to get loud And I'd prefer to spare everyone but me the sight Of it all falling down
Cat's in the bag, so lay it down easy Colorado, Colorado
Never knew how I felt till I felt that gun in my hands Never knew the sound of my voice till I heard it with that gun in my hand I'm going out those front doors like butch and sun-dance Gunning straight down the middle with the sun in my eyes Wanting for nothing but one bold moment in a fearless life
Today is a may day With a fair wind blowing Today no more may days It's a good day to die
What else could I do? You see how it goes You're left with no front door And a back door that's closed
So when they ask My name is Colorado, Colorado Is Colorado, is ColoradoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
