Six Barrel Shotgun lyrics by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

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Six Barrel Shotgun by Black Rebel Motorcycle Clubالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Six Barrel Shotgun by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

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 san save you
Don't look back you gotta a lot of nerve to
Break your word and 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 carryin' 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 want to 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 carryin' on
You never liked it till the killin' was done
You come when I say, you come when I say run

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

Never shone on me
I never liked it but I'm carryin' on
You never liked it till the killin' was done

Writer : HAYES, PETER / TURNER, ROBERT / JAGO, NICHOLAS
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CHRYSALIS MUSIC OBO BRMC PUBLISHING