Lyrics Breakin' in the Gun - Vince Neil

Breakin' in the Gun

Everythings moving backwards
Its been that way for so long
When all my cries like butterflies
Drift slowly away
I can’t relate to no one
Sifting through all my so called friends
Aint what I like to do But give or take my wreckage past
Dies slowly away
And now the battles begun
Black promises, black promises
Face down in a hole, Im sinkin below
Till I face myself
Im letting go, so on with the show
Till I face myself
Nevermind all the pity
I rattle on all the snakes I knew
I chewed the bone, got critisizes
And hid all the pain
Beneath it all I still face the same face
Black promises, black promises
Face down in a hole, Im sinkin below
Till I face myself
Im letting go, so on with the show
Till I face myself
Black promises, black promises
Face down in a hole, Im sinkin below
Till I face myself
Im letting go, so on with the show
Till I face myself