| Cowboy antics, pit-stopping at a whisky bar
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| Herbin' on the rocks whilst I nibble from the pickle jar
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| Spittin' tar in the bucket, fuck it play your little cards
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| Right after I paid the man
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| Look at this guy talking, wasting energy
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| Been in constant war from the day we became enemies
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| He was the end of me, he took everything I had
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| But it is what it is, I’ve been to hell and back
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| I must say I’ve had a hard day, lost my Padre
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| Thought it was a masked man from far away
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| So leave another tale when I prevail after I blast face
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| That rookie won’t have a chance in life to pass fate
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| A hard day, it’s dark late
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| Hearing news of my Fathers fate in a calm rage
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| Finger stiff with a sharp taste
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| Flicking piff on a cigar case
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| cold revenge for what’s done
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| The top bastards last Son
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| Unknown to them is home again
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| It’s a dark hoard, I’m going in
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| Settin' off with a shotgun
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| Closin' our head
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| Only I can feel the hidden tension in the air in this building
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| I will win back my empire but I can’t kill him
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| Nah I’ma chill but the cards I’ma deal him
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| You’ll never know the stakes, it’s written on my poker face
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| Move like beats through my emotion pipes
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| Things were stolen in cold light (Cold nights)
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| Struck by sight and sound and song
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| I could not move but I was gone (I was gone, gone, gone)
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| I was gone, I was gone (gone, gone)
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| I was gone, I was gone
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| I’m a revelator
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| Yo fuck that, I’m not a sir, not a scholar, not a gentleman
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| But me, I have followed to the mental edge, some know how
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| So tonight when the sun goes down my gun goes BLOW
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| This place is looking like a ghost town
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| Showing no emotions post prowl
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| Scoped 'em like it’s no
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| Flippin' big time, hit the, I’ll drink in the wine
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| This isn’t my time, shells ripped and inside
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| He felt stiff and he died, felt sickness inside
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| All I had to do was write a letter
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| To get these guys to fight, ignite shit, hypin' and die together
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| This is town is mine forever
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| The Father they mourned was the real King that I killed
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| They were just great
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| Move like beats through my emotion pipes
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| Things were stolen in cold light (Cold nights)
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| Struck by sight and sound and song
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| I could not move but I was gone (I was gone, gone, gone)
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| I was gone, I was gone (gone, gone)
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| I was gone, I was gone |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revelator, artist - Kings of the City. Album song No Rules to the Game, in the genre Альтернатива