Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Sheriff , by - NAKRelease date: 07.05.2017
Song language: English
The Sheriff |
| shots for you outlaws |
| y’all are now outlaw’ed (run!) |
| bells loud, town hall |
| (load it, clutch it, pull) |
| count on your downfall (drop!) |
| shots for you outlaws |
| y’all are now outlaw’ed (run!) |
| bells loud, town hall |
| you could run, but my gun just found ya’ll |
| «click, click, click, clack» i’ll down ya’ll |
| thugs with a gun mug a girl and a stranger |
| six lead slug and they twirl in a chamber |
| marshall is in. game ain’t poker |
| but i pop ‘jokers,' ‘ace' in my holster |
| the aim is correct: |
| place where the flame and your face intersect |
| trade me the dame with the grace and respect |
| if it ain’t, then i’ll take all the space on your neck (wanna hang?) |
| this town ain’t big enough |
| yet another showdown; |
| trigger clutch |
| now i’m put up on a mission here to put em' in a prison |
| make the ‘record reposition' now stick em up |
| a roster of badges incomparable habit to conquer the savage |
| fathering havoc, robbers, bandits: |
| stopped in their tracks, and they drop in a casket |
| cowboys, ranchers, bartenders, and bankers |
| this town is mine and my people ain’t got no reserve for you strangers |
| top tier of this frontier |
| have i got fear? |
| that’s not here |
| stay strapped with a gun, «pap pap» till it’s done |
| 'till the winter come and the crop yields |
| i’ll be there when the sinners try scourging victims |
| i be riding with a killer sight, purging villians |
| i’m as real as they come, you the purest fiction |
| ain’t nothing gonna hinder my jurisdiction |
| blasting your hideout, encircled, surrounded |
| cooking in rubble is what you amount to |
| booking a scuffle, you’ll find where the ground is |
| looking for trouble? |
| well sucker, you found it |
| shots for you outlaws |
| y’all are now outlaw’ed (run!) |
| bells loud, town hall |
| (load it, clutch it, pull) |
| count on your downfall (drop!) |
| shots for you outlaws |
| y’all are now outlaw’ed (run!) |
| bells loud, town hall |
| you could run, but my gun just found ya’ll |
| «click, click, click, clack» i’ll down ya’ll |
| but i ain’t perfect |
| at the same time, i ain’t certain |
| if i am the law, and the law will condemn, |
| in the end, i’m as guilty as them |
| who am i now to pass all the judgment? |
| when it’s i who deserves to be punished? |
| if the law can’t save or can’t solve, |
| i guess that makes me a… |
| this shot’s for us outlaws |
| everybody on the earth is an outlaw |
| somebody died, paid the price with his life |
| consider us saved from the downfall |
| where is your downfall? |
| where is your downfall? |
| the law condemns, and i fall everyday, but grace now abounds |
| so thank god |
| load it, clutch it, pull, drop |
| load it, clutch it, pull, drop |
| you could run but grace outran ya’ll |
| you could hide but grace just found ya’ll |
| load it clutch it, pull, drop |
| load it, clutch it, pull, drop |
| you could run but grace outran ya’ll |
| and grace now abounds so thank god |