Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bullets in the Wind , by - Angels & Airwaves. Release date: 08.12.2014
Song language: English
Bullets in the Wind |
| Army, army waiting for me |
| Set the dial to the radio free |
| Tie 'n tether to the band on the run |
| Pick em' up with the sound of your guns, woah-oh |
| Call em' in, to the white of the eyes |
| Watch em' dance, get kicked to the side |
| Chat her up in a forbidden tongue |
| I got you now eat the heart of the young |
| A ritual, the words creep out |
| Like a ghost, the heart sinks down |
| An animal, the teeth reach out |
| Holding on, we’re coming up strong, up again |
| We dance like bullets in the wind |
| Over and over again |
| Over and over again |
| Bringing life back from the dead |
| Keeping the captain alive |
| Over and over we go |
| Over and over we go |
| So turn up the transistor radio |
| Trouble trouble, give me some more |
| Cuttin' deep, going down to the core |
| Great Scott, the kids in the rain |
| We come together with the sound of a train |
| Shut and lock with a four letter word |
| Bite your thumb, the car’s gonna swerve |
| Sound clatter, the crash city light |
| Hurry up, this kids gonna fight |
| A ritual, the words creep out |
| Like a ghost, the heart sinks down |
| An animal, the teeth reach out |
| Holding on, we’re coming up strong, up again |
| We dance like bullets in the wind |
| Over and over again |
| Over and over again |
| Bringing life back from the dead |
| Keeping the captain alive |
| Over and over we go |
| Over and over we go |
| So turn up the transistor radio |
| Pick up the beat |
| And pry up the caskets |
| And call in the masses |
| And turn up the song |
| Shuffle your feet and |
| Exit the blackness |
| Rise up from the ashes |
| You’re dancing along |
| Pick up the beat |
| And pry up the caskets |
| And call in the masses |
| And turn up the song |
| Shuffle your feet |
| And exit the blackness |
| Rise up from the ashes |
| You’re dancing along |
| A ritual, the words creep out |
| Like a ghost, the heart sinks down |
| An animal, the teeth reach out |
| Holding on, we’re coming up strong, up again |
| We dance like bullets in the wind |
| Over and over again |
| Over and over again |
| Bringing life back from the dead |
| Keeping the captain alive |
| Over and over we go |
| Over and over we go |
| So turn up the transistor radio |
| Radio, radio, radio… |