Allen, Woody - Bullet In My Breast Pocket | Текст песни

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• Allen, Woody
• Bullet In My Breast Pocket

Years ago, my mother gave me a bullet...a bullet, and I put it in my breast pocket. Two years after that, I was walking down the street, when a berserk evangelist heaved a Gideon bible out a hotel room window, hitting me in the chest. Bible would have gone through my heart if it wasn't for the bullet.