Culture of Chaos
By david_brandon
Sun, 03 Oct 2004
- 779 reads
My friends call me Pistol Pete,
I always blow them off their feet,
Lookin down the barrel of the .45,
I couldn't bring myself to take a life,
A sick obsession with dirty steel,
Understand that you can never kill,
Dead is dead done is done,
You'd have to wipe out everyone,
Put the revolver down,
Face down on the ground,
Put your hands in the air,
A bullet soars through your hair, your hair
Live with pain born by your hand,
Condemn an innocent to the sand,
Sons of the sinning book,
I hope you taste the life you took,
Put the revolver down,
Face down on the ground,
Put your hands in the air,
A bullet soars through your hair, your hair
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