The Bullets Songtext
von Weatherbox

I drink for the armor,
She drinks for the ammo.
We go together like the colors in the camo.
I put it on,
and it always fits.
Just gotta watch out for the bullets.

oh, no.

The guns are blarin',
but i just don't care. and
It's always comeback.
Were not beyond that...
but i always come back.

I drink for the armor,
She drinks for the ammo.
We go together like the colors in the camo.
her brains a bomb,
and her mouth's a fist.
I'm always bleeding from the bullets.


I drink for the armor,
She drinks for the ammo.
We go together like the colors in the camo.
I put it on
and it always fits.
God Damn. I've learned a lot from the bullets.

When I left her,
it felt worse than wife cheating.
It felt worse then high treason.
When she was gone.
It felt worse than van tippin'.
it felt worse than bad trippin'.
Worse than,
Worse than Father killin'.
Worse than,
Worse than mother pills stealin'.
Worse than,
Time release paint peelin'.


I'm,
I'm.
You're coming around.
You're coming around.
I'm coming around.
I came back around.
Your gonna come back around.
Your, Your comin' around.
...Unless you die.