Lyrics Sergio Leone Built My Hot Rod - General Lee

Sergio Leone Built My Hot Rod

I’ve grown tired of counting our odds
Faded promises of better days
All of the prayers that plunge into blood instead of stay silent
We lose so much and we bleed so much
So knives out, Everybody!
Knives Out
So knives out, Everybody!
Knives Out
Life become the queen of grief
Alarm tear the silence apart
Marching through the fog and the fire
All love is lost, all love is lost and buried
The last battle is on these roads
Back to the western ways
Sergio leone built my hotrod
So knives out, Everybody!
Knives Out
So knives out, Everybody!
Knives Out