Firing Line Songtext
von Sly Withers

The world is full of people who can dance
Around your plans, I heard its called love
She′s waiting with an outstretched hand

And time can tell the people you love
Which side you sell, maybe it's late
I′d really like to know your name

But I was born in the firing line
They told me to shoot first then cover my eyes
And what about love?
It's a different kind of terrified delight
But I can't tear your hand from your face
Your pretty little face, my dear


And anyone′s a liar when youcan take the time
To terrify the driver, I wanna get laid
I′m worried you'll forget my face

But I was born in the firing line
They told me to shoot first then cover my eyes
And what about love? (What about love?)
It′s a different kind of terrified delight
But I can't tear your hand from your face
Your silly little face, my dear

I′m moving kinda slow for a get away (get away)
But it all seems to brighten my day
And in a word, it feels a world away

I was born in the firing line (I was born)
They told me to shoot first then cover my eyes (Cover my eyes)
And what about love? (What about love?)
It's a different kind but you can′t seem to have it
All of the lights