Funeral For A Friend
Funeral For A Friend - Bullet Theory songtekst
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Who shot the bullet That killed the air tonight Without a thought, without a reason Take a gun called hate, up against your heart And pull the trigger It's over, it's only over It's only over when we say The smoke and mirrors The lies that wind your tongue Is this oppression what we needed? As we function on impatience And out patience is wearing thin And live a lie that will destroy us all Back and to the left come on and shoot the mother fucker! You like this baby? You want to dance a little longer?