Lyrics:
You'd better be ready to run now I've got you under the gun
I put my money on vengeance before this race had begun
Breaking the spirit in me only added
window.
Slipped his gun down under his seat.
The glove-box was full of cocaine
The trunk was full of weed.
"Driver's license and registration,"
Said
window
Slipped his gun down under his seat
The glove-box was full of cocaine
The trunk was full of weed
"Driver's license and registration,"
Said
I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking
Under
Once upon a time there was an engineer.
Drove a locomotive both far and near.
Accompanied by a monkey that would sit on a stool
Watching
insanity there's a death watch
On the land and sea
And I believe that we may never live our lives
We were born under the gun and just like
Every mother's
night has fallen and it's still Christmas Eve
And snow is on the mountains where I always hate to leave
Here I am down under with a brand new family
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Ridin' off in the sunset, blue eyes under my Stetson
A little lady on the front porch wishin' my heart would start
Yeah, I get it you're an outcast
Always under attack, always coming in last
Bringing up the past, no one owes you anything
I think you need
I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking
Under
back, fanatic
Wither under looming shadow cast
Slip back, narcotic
Blinded by the ashes of the past
Staring into black lights
Choking on the stage
under a gun must be
Don't fuck with Pandora's Box or don't make it so obvious
Do as you would be done by do as you would be don't buy it
Do as you
in crime
Let's have fun, let's play out under the sun
Will you take me by the hand
Let's see how far we can run, yeah
Let's play chase let?s put
your heart through the sand and snow, I
Couldn't live by the old school rule, I
Binge-watched every episode, I
Oh, I've been wrong
Heart under
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
wonders await to be discovered
That's one reason my rainforest must be recovered
I'm Europe and I was named by the Greeks
I'm separated from Asia by many
Oh come all ye late fellows that follows the gun
Beware of night ramblin' by the setting of the sun
Beware of an accident as happened of late
It
tears and spilling whiskey on the floor
Such a shame that it's so hard for me to tell the truth to you
But by now you know the kind of man I am
So don't
going
In the arms making workplace
Then they pretend to be gripped by
Some sort of political reflex
But all they're doing is paying dues
To the Military
Tasting tears and spilling whiskey on the floor
Such a shame that it's so hard for me to tell the truth to you
But by now you know the kind of man I am
gone by the time they come
You can't catch me
The war is already won
Even though the children have sold their guns
We must remember the fallen ones
Many people
One by one
They fall in line now
Under the sun
They come in one by one
One by one
Under the gun
Many people
They fall in line
And I
You can't catch me
I'll be gone by the time they come
You can't catch me
The war is already won
Even though the children have sold their guns
We
Escape
The Judgement In This Time
DJ Jukie Ranks
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Surely Die By The Gun
Old Time Saying
But It
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