3 - You've Been Shot lyrics

rate me

You've been shot

Full of holes

You feel your eyes

About to close

And the clothes you're in

Seem paper thin

You can feel the frostbite

Fangs sink in

Cause it's cold outside

With no place to hide

Your blood out in the snow

And the people stare

But they're unaware

Of why you had to go

Just think of all the fun you've had

Breaking heads and acting bad

But now that all those days are done

Wound up on the other side

Of a gangster's gun

Paralyzed

But a pulse remains

To pump last thoughts

Through your dying brains

Remember Mom

Said always do your best

But now a bullet burns

Within your chest

And the sirens sound

Crowd gathers round

Like moths to flame they fly

Because they love blood's smell

But they're scared as Hell

Of what it means to die

Just think of all the fun you've had

Breaking heads and acting bad

But now that all those days are done

Wound up on the other side

Of a gangster's gun

I smell something burning

Like a flag, like a rubber tire

What you kids been cooking

That's got my kitchen full of fire?

Well it's American stew

Cause we were sick of the pie

Blood, white, and blue

In the blink of an eye

We'll go to the barn

And we'll lay down low

And hide 'till all the fires go

Just think of all the fun you've had

Breaking heads and acting bad

But now that all those days are done

Wound up on the other side

Of a gangster's gun

American stew

Cause we were sick of the pie

Blood, white, and blue

In the blink of an eye

We'll go to the barn

And we'll lay down low

And hide 'till all the fires go

American stew

Cause we were sick of the pie

Blood, white, and blue

In the blink of an eye

We'll go to the barn

And we'll lay down low

And hide 'till all the fires go

(Oh, you've been shot)

American stew

Cause we were sick of the pie

Blood, white, and blue

In the blink of an eye

(Oh, you've been shot)

We'll go to the barn

And we'll lay down low

And hide 'till all the fires go

(You've been shot)

American stew

Cause we were sick of the pie

Blood, white, and blue

In the blink of an eye

You've been shot

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