You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (always!) $uicide, $uicide, my end (Yeah, man) (aye, aye, aye) Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids

We're catching bullets in our teeth And now we don't remember And if they take a couple out We try to work things out Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us It's strange to find such light In such endless night Green hills and enemies These

Another one bites the dust Out of the doorway the bullets rip And another one gone, and another one gone Hey, I'm gonna get you, too To the sound of the beat Bite the dust Oh, let's go Steve walks warily down the street

Drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets Sittin' here Waitin' on a deer Aiming at the empties Missin' hittin' pine trees Ain't my fault them cans keep movin' My baby's on the phone Saying baby come home Where ya been and whatcha been doing

Yeah Cupid’s got a shotgun aiming at my heart I’ve been dodging bullets, I’ve been hiding in the dark Sawed off double barrel, trigger happy as could be Cupid’s got a shotgun and he’s pointing it at me Oh he gave up on arrows a long, long time ago Turns

As the world burns Beneath the ground Godspeed hell bound Shattered cries of the Prayers never heard War of the gods that Drown out of words Decisions that kill And bullets that fly

This is how we roll We hanging round singing out everything on the radio We light it up with our hands up Yeah this is how we roll And this is how we do We're burning down the night shooting bullets at the moon baby The mix tape's got a little Hank,

Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close

Oh which way shall we go? Here we stand at this fork in the road We got no time to waste This old world's spinning out of control Which way shall we go? I can't believe this, it makes me sick While bullets shower the earth We turn our heads and cover our

Fool I'm a vet you can bet that I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it) Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair niggas used to come and get me