GUNSHOW Songtext
von Triple One

That the mind is the king of the senses
And the breath is the king of the mind

You best hope they borrow the steel from the free world on my wife
I put bolts in my stomach ′cause when
I go to hell, no, I won't be high
You best hope that they borrow the
Steel from the free world on my wife
I put bolts in my stomach ′cause when
I go to hell, no, I won't be high

Ooh, and it's not just what it says
Ooh, won′t you burn me at the stake?
Hmm, it′s nothing, nothing I ever could want
And it's nothing, nothing


And it′s the way
But it's plain to see there′s something in the air
It's the way
But it′s plain to see there's something in the air
Far away
I see you slipping over closer to the edge
It's the way
But it′s plain to see there′s something in the air

Yeah, check the sound, turn it up on your telly
We rocking every single station, blowing up the celly
Rub on your nipples and blow and wet your fucking whistle
Big liquor flowing off the top floor, it's borderline
I tell the war stories, go overhead, they laugh and giggle
And they don′t drop a loaf for anyone unless it's triple
What? Belittling all my sons
They dribbling off their tongues
Glistening, fiddling, nibbling these butts

Ooh, and it′s not just what it says
Ooh, won't you burn me at the stake?
Hmm, it′s nothing, nothing I ever could want
And it's nothing, nothing


Yeah, I'm a ghost in this world
Petrified lover do the most in this world
I could try and out-vow
But I won′t give in ′til I'm dead or in a cell now
Yeah, I′m a ghost in this world
Petrified lover do the most in this world, yeah
I could try but I'll fail
I won′t give in 'til I′m dead or in a cell now

It's the way
But it's plain to see there′s something in the air
It′s the way
But it's plain to see there′s something in the air
Far away
I see you slipping over closer to the edge
It's the way
But it′s plain to see there's something in the air

When you observe yourself within
You see a world of images
Generally known as fantasies