Lyrics Bullet Theory - Funeral For A Friend

Bullet Theory

Who shot the bullet that killed the air tonight?
Without a thought, without a reason
Take a gun called hate
Up against your heart
And pull the trigger (x2)
It’s over, it’s only over
It’s only over when we say
The smoke and mirrors
The lies that wind your tongue
Is this oppression what we wanted or what we needed?
As we function on impatience
And our patience is wearing thin
And you live a lie that will destroy us all
Back and to the left
Back and to the left
Back and to the left
Come on and shoot motherfucker!
You like this baby?
You like this baby?
You like this baby?
Well just dance a bit longer