You'll never take me alive
Yet moments later
The bullet's in her head
I hope your god is laughing
I know your god is dead
Bullets in the backyard
Are conmen stealing time
Next time I'll take the subway
I'd rather die than fly
Celebrate birth
Which leads to life, hate and death
I speak in tongues and riddles
And I'll part with the colors of you.
Yet moments later
The bullet's in her head
I hope your god is laughing
I know your god is dead
Bullets in the backyard
Are conmen stealing time
Next time I'll take the subway
I'd rather die than fly
Celebrate birth
Which leads to life, hate and death
I speak in tongues and riddles
And I'll part with the colors of you.
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