Bansheerie - Bullet Storm | Текст песни

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Don’t ever look in the eye of a stranger,
Don’t look unless you are ready to draw,
Everyone round here is reeking of danger,
You’ll hardly miss stains of blood on the floor

Bullet storm,
We’re living in the bullet storm,
Forever in the bullet storm,
The fastest one wins,
Bullet storm,
We suffer in the bullet storm,
We’re dying in the bullet storm,
We’re paying for our sins

Don’t ever try to mistrust intuition,
Hunch says go hot, then you show the true grit,
Don’t ever ask for nobody’s permission,
Either this way or gunned down in the street

Hand on the holster, the cards on the table,
Bottle of whiskey and cigarette smoke,
Spurs on the boots and the horse in the stable,
Guns locked and loaded, this is gunfighter’s rock


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