Текст песни




The signs state we're wanted
The devil's out in the house tonight
This ghost town is haunted
As moth's we're into dust fills the sky
Our eyes burn from outlets that you try
To take us in and bury us alive
The sentence set, the wolves are being died
It's to the mob, we're tortured late tonight
(Hey, hey, we're on the line)
We've been the public enemy number one
(Hey, hey, we're on the line)
The bodies swinging in the heat of the desert sun
In the desert sun
The showdown's been called out
We'll make our flair for the world to see
And as the church bells ring out
I'll be in charge with the prophecy
(Hey, hey, we're on the line)
We've been the public enemy number one
(Hey, hey, we're on the line)
The bodies swinging in the heat of the desert sun
(War, terror, war, hate)
You've got the noose around our necks
We've made homes of these gallows
The noose at high noon when I'm put to the test
We've been taken wrong from the very start
We've been ambushed and broken
With silver bullets driven through our hearts
We've been taken wrong from the very start
But we're a force now to be reckoned with
So let the bullets fly
Hey, take them down for the good of society
Take them out, they're a local disease
(War, terror, war, hate)
You've got the noose around our necks
We've made homes of these gallows
The noose at high noon when I'm put to the test
When I'm put to the test
When I'm put to the test



Авторы: Dominic Frontiere Copyright: Emi Unart Catalog Inc., Crc Jianian Publishing



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