Pocket Songtext
von ARMS

Take these silver bullets, I don′t need them now
Well, I ran them through this canyon and they're laying me down
Sentimental words are for the pigs and cows
We′re not allowed to fight our fill


The killing times were not that bad
They kept us locked inside our heads
And after beating back the dread
We had to laugh, 'cause every grain of sand
Had a supporting hand in what was said
And I said that you're dead, and you denied it

The killing floor had metal slats
The blood we lost fell through the cracks
The crowd that formed below us clapped
Their faces blank, and we just sat in line
And thought of better times before the end
Before you left, before you said that you were faking that
And then I said that you′re dead
And I said that I was lying, too