Shots Echo Songtext
von The Mitchell Brothers

Shots, shots been fired
Echo, echo through my
Through my head at night
The night, sirens and lights
Loud and bright
Shots, shots been fired
Echo, echo through my
Through my head at night
The night, sirens and lights
Loud and


It′s nothing new, it's a regular occurrence
When the sun sets, that′s when it worsens
Nosy neighbours looking out curtains
One story, too many versions
When the feds come
There's always a snitch in the bits describing a person
IC3, well it might be me
Bloodstains on my clothes, slugs raining on my foes
Not a word on the way back, I got a flock-proof alibi
For when man arrive, no bugger hype
I ain't gotta boast or brag for stripes
That aside, there′s a whole lot of man inside
Cause of a loose tongue, when they shoot guns
When the boys in the blue come
That′s when the youts run
Case in the making, dates are creating
Crime Watch, I'm hot, my face is a painting

Shots, shots been fired
Echo, echo through my
Through my head at night
The night, sirens and lights
Loud and bright
Shots, shots been fired
Echo, echo through my
Through my head at night
The night, sirens and lights
Loud and


He puts on his black gloves and balaclava
Jets into the car, packing his Pradas
Turns left to check if his partner is on
God knows when
To slam his heel down, bring the wheels round
He gets the thumbs up, takes a deep breath
Waits before taking the run up, leap step
Into the estate with his hand kept between his legs
Head down and knees bent so no one can see him
He′s back now up against the liquor in his teeth
Closing his eyelids, sensing revenge within his reach
The lift arrives, he gets inside, hits number 9
And quietly waits till the lift door opens wide
I click on my pen, he wipes off his sweat
I flick at a page, he draws back his TEC
Nods three times, and before I can start on my verse
I swear that I heard from my bedroom window something like

Shots, shots been fired
Echo, echo through my
Through my head at night
The night, sirens and lights
Loud and bright
Shots, shots been fired
Echo, echo through my
Through my head at night
The night, sirens and lights
Loud and

Shots echoing through the night
A bullet ricocheting off a wall
Hits Paul right between the eye
Takes his life, now he's dead
Lying on the floor with a hole in his head
What a way to go just for a loaf of bread
A pack of milk and a pack of Marlboro reds
Someone called the feds
But it don′t matter now, Paul's life is done
It′s over, dead
And what's left? Does he still be alive if it weren't for his creps?
If he weren′t so obsessed about keeping them fresh?
He never would have seen the dog shit and dodged it to his death
Ten centimetres too far to the left
Straight into the path of the bullet that′s now lodged in his head
Only went to the Tesco Express
For cigarettes, milk and bread
Now he's dead

Shots, shots been fired
Echo, echo through my
Through my head at night
The night, sirens and lights
Loud and bright
Shots, shots been fired
Echo, echo through my
Through my head at night
The night, sirens and lights
Loud and

One red Ducati Monster 800′s waiting at the red light
Two black helmets, four black gloves matching the colour of the sky
Both the helmets turned towards the
Black 6-series stopped on the right
Then two black Uzis come swinging out, bare red sparks fly
Now red sickening liquid's dripping down the cream leather seats
And the black victim′s looking weak, unable to breathe with ease
He never saw it coming, cause it all came out of the blue
Hence black writing on yellow and blue boards
Asking who heard of you?

Shots, shots been fired
Echo, echo through my
Through my head at night
The night, sirens and lights
Loud and bright
Shots, shots been fired
Echo, echo through my
Through my head at night
The night, sirens and lights
Loud and