snapshot memories hang from walls of grey
words of love, lust rusting on display
firing protests from this broken place
feel my voice is fading every day
(i shoot)
BULLETS AT THE SUN
BULLETS AT THE SUN
BULLETS AT THE SUN
I'M SHOOTING AT WHAT CAN'T BE STUNG
BULLETS AT THE SUN
BULLETS AT THE SUN
BULLETS AT THE SUN
I'M SHOOTING AT WHAT CAN'T BE DONE
seven years can itch or so i'm told
(and) scratching means you bought the shit they sold
(so) stand your ground and stay out in the cold
wake up, bite down, shoot and then reload
(i shoot)
BULLETS AT THE SUN
BULLETS AT THE SUN
BULLETS AT THE SUN
I'M SHOOTING AT WHAT CAN'T BE STUNG
BULLETS AT THE SUN
BULLETS AT THE SUN
BULLETS AT THE SUN
I'M SHOOTING AT WHAT CAN'T BE DONE
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