Bullet Theory - Funeral For A Friend



Who shit the bullet that killed the air tonight

Without a thought, without a reason

Take a gun called hate up against your heart

And pull the trigger



It's over, it's only over, It's only over when we say



The smoke and mirrors

The lies that wind your tongue

Is this oppression what we needed?

Or what we wanted?

As we function on impatience

And our patience is wearing thin

And live a lie that will destroy us all



Back and to the left, back and to the left, back and to the left... Come on and shoot mother fucker!



You like this baby? You like this baby? You want to dance a little longer?



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