You offer your assistance But you won't accept my help You draw your own conclusions And there's room for little else Your own participation's based
Dig if you will the picture Of you and I engaged in a kiss The sweat of your body covers me Can you my darling Can you picture this? Picture this ? Can
] I don't sell records I sell guns I sell guns For the funds I don't sell records I sell guns I sell guns For the funds I don't sell records I sell guns I sell guns
gat born to act out, think you know where it's at born to act out, but you're lookin' like a sissie born to act out, guns are for pussies born to act
No law give you more Sweet talker, lover of sin You are what you got You get what you want Look out woman - I got guns for hire Shoot you with desire The guns
fire your guns fire your guns you gotta fire your guns fire your guns (yeah, yeow!) Yeah CHORUS yeah, you want some fun Gotta fire your guns Fire your guns
[feat. Rock City] We come from a city where the young dies So why not get to use and push your guns high Bout to lose and that's the reason why we must
How do I get away, when you're beggin' me to stay? What do you need me to say? You're anything but ordinary. What do you want me to do? I've given it
Well the morning was complete. There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat, Several hours or several weeks, I'd have the cheek to say they
guns You could walk away But I know you were born to fight So Billy get your guns The bandileros are strung out In the promenade Billy get your guns
't nobody riding shotgun In this world tonight And when you spit, you better mean it You got to make 'em all believe it If you're gonna be the one Stick to your guns
of dreaming Cos dreamings nothing to do I got tired of dreaming About you My guns are loaded You're in my sights I'm gonna love you tonight My guns
tired of dreaming Cos dreamings nothing to do I got tired of dreaming About you My guns are loaded You're in my sights I'm gonna love you tonight My guns
[Verse 1:] Lookin' at my phone boy I'm wonderin' why you ain't called(ain't called) Lookin' at the tv screen I don't wanna turn it on(turn it on) Why
us, But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton. Oh, The Guns Of Brixton. Oh, The Guns Of Brixton. Oh, The Guns Of Brixton. Oh, The Guns Of
You're so quiet But it doesn't phase me You're on time You move so fast, makes me feel lazy And let's join forces We've got our guns and horses I know
