I kill you all with a 6-barrel shotgun I kill you all but I need you so I tear my finger from the trigger, baby I tear my fingers 'cause I'm feeling low and son Son, Sunday's sun never shone on me Son, Sunday's sun never shone on me You got it bad, nothing can save you Don't look back, you gotta a lot of nerve To break your word and you throw it away You'd give your soul but it's just too little too late I kill myself with a 6-barrel shotgun I kill you all but I need you so I tear my finger from the trigger, baby I tear my fingers 'cause I'm feeling low and son Son, Sunday's sun never shone on me Son, Sunday's sun never shone on me It's in your skin, moving too quickly Shut your eyes or they'll show you no mercy It's in your love but it don't make it right It's not my time, still I've got to be brave We've shaken hands and the criminals won I never liked it but I'm carrying on To the end with an empty grin You come when I say, you come when I say Son, Sunday's sun never shone on me Son, Sunday's sun never shone on me You lose your tongue but you know you'll never need it Hush your head, I don't wanna remind you You held my hand when you couldn't take the pressure Save yourself 'cause I need some simulation, baby We've shaken hands and the criminals won I never liked it but I'm carrying on You never liked it till the killing was done You come when I say, you come when I say run I kill myself with a 6-barrel shotgun I kill you all but I need you so I tear my finger from the trigger, baby I tear my fingers 'cause I'm feeling low and son Son, Sunday's sun never shone on me Son, Sunday's sun never shone on me Son, Sunday's sun, son, Sunday's sun Son, Sunday's sun never shone on me (Never shone on me) I never liked it but I'm carryin' on (Never shone on me) I never liked it but I'm carryin' on (Never shone on me) You never liked it till the killin' was done © BRMC PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com