| Let us all join hands for a moment of silence
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| But a friend of mine said: «Quite is violent»
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| Pop pop, and we’re off to the races
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| Ending while we keep on baring the faces
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| Murder money making American greatness
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| Hand me a gun, gonna make me famous
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| Heart beat, stopping
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| Shotgun, gunshots
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| Stopping, heart beat
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| a massacre
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| Chasing guns and more guns, and ammunition
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| No change, policy obsolete
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| Fate’s in the hands of elephants and donkeys
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| Twenty-first century dehumanization
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| Tax evasion, misrepresentation
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| Time is ticking, we’re ticking all the politic
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| repetition
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| So put your money where your mouth is, followed by a gun
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| And let’s start a revolution
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| I’m pissed off that a kid dying
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| Is my inspiration to write this shit while I’m crying
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| Law makers are making laws
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| Honoring the fallen with guns over their eyes
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| So we keep buying, and they keep lying
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| And they keep trying to find the silver lining
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| Lately, I’ve been finding the second amendments rights
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| Are laughing, brooding
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| No tie left behind, 'til they’re shot and die
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| You hear their mother cry
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| And her entire life slipped on it’s side
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| Like a truck running over a gut a few times
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| She never said «Goodbye»
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| And all we do is try to emphasise
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| By sending thoughts and prayers into the sky
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| Yeah fucking right
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| Maybe I’ll never have children
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| Sometimes I think it’s not worth the risk
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| The thought of losing my own child, I can’t even imagine
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| Never getting one more kiss
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| You can’t think or pray with a bullet in your brain
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| You can’t think or pray with a bullet in your brain
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| You can’t think or pray with a bullet in your brain
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| You can’t think or pray with a bullet in your brain
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| Oh
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| So while my music crosses continents
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| And I can come into my consciousness
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| I can finally build my confidence, to say
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| So while my music crosses continents
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| And I can come into my consciousness
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| I can finally build my confidence, to say
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| Fuck your thoughts, and fuck your prayers
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| You can’t think or pray with a bullet in your brain
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| You can’t think or pray with a bullet in your brain
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| You can’t think or pray with a bullet in your brain
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| You can’t think or pray |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thoughts and Prayers, artist - Stacked Like Pancakes. Album song Strange Creatures, in the genre Иностранный рок