Put the Gun Down Songtext
von Mavissing!

Man, what a f*ck?
Man, what a f*ck?
Man, what a f*ck?
Why do you think you can make a shot and reload?
Then your trigger will not stop
Again and again
The Hail of bullets in my holed bloody body

Then you′re at ease staring at my wounds
Thinking of a desease
Making an excuse
Saying I'm so sorry

Girl, what a f*ck?
Where did you f*cking learn
How to handle the gun
Aiming at the bodies of all poor people?

Funny as hell after killing men
You think the reason for this
The need
You′ve got to please your bloody cunning nature


So can you feel my pain?
No, you can't
You're little piece of death
So can you feel my pain?
No, you can′t
You′re little piece of death

Shout it out if you feel it
Shout out if you feel it
Shout it out if you feel it
Shout out if you feel it
Shout it out if you feel it
Shout out if you feel it
Shout it out if you feel it
Shout out if you feel it
Shout it out if you feel it
Shout out if you feel it
Shout it out if you feel it

This pain hurts
This pain hurts


Shout it out if you feel it
Shout out if you feel it
Shout it out if you feel it
Shout out if you feel it
This pain hurts
This pain hurts
Shout it out if you feel it
Shout out if you feel it
Shout it out if you feel it
Shout out if you feel it

This pain hurts
This pain hurts cuz of you
Cuz of you, cuz of you

Love, Blame, Hate, Kill, Feel the pain
Love, Blame, Hate, Kill, Feel the pain
Love, Blame, Hate, Kill, Feel the pain
Love, Blame, Hate, Kill, Feel the pain