Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Bullet, artist - The Devil Makes Three. Date of issue: 31.10.2002
Song language: English
The Bullet |
| Well he opened up this shop at the age of nineteen |
| Stealing anything the eye could see |
| Said gather 'round you people, anything you need |
| Keep my name on your lips |
| And put the word out on the street |
| And I will rob 'til my fingers they are down to the bone |
| Wander 'til I can’t remember my own home |
| Drink 'til I don’t know the meaning of alone |
| 'Til that bullet flies to carry me home |
| 'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies |
| That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home |
| 'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies |
| That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home |
| Well he never ever smiled |
| But he always seemed pleased |
| Said I’ll never live down upon my bended knees |
| I see the game and the game it sees me |
| We will dance until they bury me |
| I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns |
| Screaming all my enemies you’ll all have your turn |
| The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts |
| The more I move on the more I am sure |
| That I will rob 'til my fingers they are down to the bone |
| Wander 'til I can’t remember my own home |
| Drink 'til I don’t know the meaning of alone |
| 'Til that bullet flies to carry me home |
| 'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies |
| That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home |
| 'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies |
| That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home |