paroles de chanson A Bullet for Every Name - Subconscious

I should have known.
Your heart is a smoking gun with four empty chambers.
You were always one to shoot first and ask questions later.
Your kiss is enough to take another's breath away,
And tonight you're dressed with looks to kill.
It's warfare on 42nd st. where you lie him down in bed.
There's a sharpness on your tongue, but a halo on your head.
And it was my mistake to fall for such a fake,
But this is what i get (i'm the one who lives with it).
Will you pull the trigger again?
How many bullets do you have left?
Can you pull the trigger again?
Are you feeling lucky?