Текст песни The Big Gun Down - Bane
And
did
i
mention
that
there
are
still
those
days
Where
i
can
hardly
lift
my
head
up
from
the
pillow
Or
looking
out
the
window
of
the
plane
Rooting
for
disaster
Sometimes
i
just
run
out
of
reasons
But
the
clock
keeps
ticking
And
the
minutes
keep
coming
And
all
i
can
do
is
rise
to
slaughter
the
hours
Let
the
air
out
of
these
days
Killing
time
Staring
into
corners
or
at
strands
of
her
hair
Waiting
for
the
call
that
tells
me
where
to
next
Wishing
i
could
trade
these
stupid
words
For
hollow
point
shells
Before
every
move
that
I
make
equals
check-mate
Did
i
just
say
her?
This
song
is
not
for
her
No
matter
what
i've
said
or
longed
for
Or
that
her
name
still
moves
along
these
walls
Lives
in
this
pen
I've
made
promises
This
song
is
for
Buk,
for
'Trane,
for
Wes,
and
for
Marty
Who
keep
their
barrels
oiled
and
ready
The
few
that
I
would
trade
ten
days
to
spend
one
hour
with
Rare
like
a
ruby
at
the
bottom
of
the
sea
Beautiful
like
the
sparrow
in
the
kittens
jaw
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