Bring Your Guns Songtext
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Bring Your Guns Songtext
Ten thousand midgets compressed into four
Standing behind me and screaming for war
They promise to kill if I don′t step aside
My blood is burning in case we'll collide
I hold my head low like all people do
Waiting for the show
So bring your guns - how can you ever win?
I can see all your fear, I can see where you′ve been
So bring your guns - how can I ever lose?
You'll be screaming and begging for truce
Ten thousand midgets compressed into four
East became West and there will be a war
One is the son who cheated and won
His prophet, his brother, the colonist Tom
So bring your guns - how can you ever win?
I can see all your fear, I can see where you've been
So bring your guns - how can I ever lose?
You′ll be screaming and begging for truce
Billy went down to drill a hole
Searching for the water to save your soul
Blood, tears, sweat and his eyes of lust
The devil′s laughter, his dry of dust
Satan stood aside and saw
Billy chased by law
So bring your guns - how can you ever win?
I can see all your fear, I can see where you've been
So bring your guns - how can I ever lose?
You′ll be screaming and begging for truce
Standing behind me and screaming for war
They promise to kill if I don′t step aside
My blood is burning in case we'll collide
I hold my head low like all people do
Waiting for the show
So bring your guns - how can you ever win?
I can see all your fear, I can see where you′ve been
So bring your guns - how can I ever lose?
You'll be screaming and begging for truce
Ten thousand midgets compressed into four
East became West and there will be a war
One is the son who cheated and won
His prophet, his brother, the colonist Tom
So bring your guns - how can you ever win?
I can see all your fear, I can see where you've been
So bring your guns - how can I ever lose?
You′ll be screaming and begging for truce
Billy went down to drill a hole
Searching for the water to save your soul
Blood, tears, sweat and his eyes of lust
The devil′s laughter, his dry of dust
Satan stood aside and saw
Billy chased by law
So bring your guns - how can you ever win?
I can see all your fear, I can see where you've been
So bring your guns - how can I ever lose?
You′ll be screaming and begging for truce
Writer(s): Patrick Berndt Marquardt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

