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Digital Bullet [Clean] (Bobby Digital) · God Is a Bullet (The Mission UK) · Live Bullet [Remasteredw/Bonus Track] (Bob Seger) · Single Bullet Theory (Pamela Means) · Live Bullet (Bob Seger) · Digital Bullet [Bonus Tracks] (Bobby Digital) · Band Aid Covers the Bullet Hole (Scarling) · Live Bullet [Remasteredw/Bonus Track] (Bob Seger) · Speedin' Bullet 2 Heaven (Kid Cudi) · Live Bullet (Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band) – and 48 other albums »


killing for no meaning
Bullets will bring the death

Bullets are made by human hand
Bullets are not alive
Bullets are thrashing through the place
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
Tearing up inside of me
Every day every hour
I wish that I was bullet proof

Wax me
Mould me
Heat the pins
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
Tearing up inside of me
Every day every hour
I wish that I was bullet proof

Wax me
Mould me
Heat the pins
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set
fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump,
fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump,
exhaust
As we distort

By gravity

Of such G-force

Bullet bullet train
Piercing through my brain

Breakdown close my eyes
Voices talking many
Ah! The ballot or the bullet 
The choice is up to you 
The ballot or the bullet 
Tell me what you gonna do 
The sword or the pen 
Can be held by
Ya brain-dead, ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say, how high? Yeah
Just victims
been run out of town
Up to my ears in a mess
I had a year go by with tears in my eyes
I didn't even want to exist
But I never bit a bullet like this
been run out of town
Up to my ears in a mess
I had a year go by with tears in my eyes
I didn't even want to exist
But I never bit a bullet like this
who had lived by the gun,
    but all of the bullets of Mexico cannot undo all the work that he's done.

The greedy capiques* have stolen
got my hand out
Lookin' for some money to spend

The price tag of the things I need
Are getting bigger by the day
I got a bullet with a name on it
Couple hours 'till dark
Wishing one would walk by
Might as well left my gun in the gun rack
Been here all day all I killed a 12-pack

Sittin' here
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
Exploitation of young
Consumer groups
Inspired to say yes
Debasement by
Your mad persuasion
Destroyed while you progress

Bullet in the head
The fighting was the heaviest you've seen in Sarajevo.
As the police station commanded by officers loyal to the Muslim government imprisoned.
Men
Money hit the gravel
Man, bullets filled the air

You never see it comin'
'Til it hits you by surprise
It's that cold place in your soul
And the fire in
I've got my finger on the trigger
One bullet in the gun
And I'm spinning the revolver
Thinking this could be the one

I tried to find religion
To see
I'm not gonna try and make it even
You're way ahead by now
I'm not gonna try and make it all even
Even though I know how

And everyone thinks I
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
Livin' in strange dreams 
Takin' prescribed medication 
Where will i take me, where will it take me 
My vision's all marred by a careless 
Chance
I'm walking out
In a force ten gale
Birds thrown around
Bullets for hail

The roof is pulling off
By its fingernails
Your voice is rapping
I'm walking out in a force-ten gale
Birds thrown around, bullets for hail
The roof is pulling off by its fingernails
Your voice is rapping on my