Devil Makes Three - The Bullet lyrics

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<b>The Bullet</b> by <i>Devil Makes Three</i><br />Well he opened up this shop at the age of nineteen

Stealing anything the eye could see

Said gather 'round you people, anything you need

Keep my name on your lips

And put the word out on the street

And I will rob 'til my fingers they are down to the bone

Wander 'til I can't remember my own home

Drink 'til I don't know the meaning of alone

'Til that bullet flies to carry me home

'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies

That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home

'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies

That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home

Well he never ever smiled

But he always seemed pleased

Said I'll never live down upon my bended knees

I see the game and the game it sees me

We will dance until they bury me

I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns

Screaming all my enemies you'll all have your turn

The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts

The more I move on the more I am sure

That I will rob 'til my fingers they are down to the bone

Wander 'til I can't remember my own home

Drink 'til I don't know the meaning of alone

'Til that bullet flies to carry me home

'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies

That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home

'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies

That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home