Из альбома: Seasons
So you slick at a cheap edge
You're in trouble with the chain snatch
Lord knows what I'd like to do to you
Put your fucking head in the sand
And I'll be waiting here for you
Run away, run away
Coward
Run away, run away
Point the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it now
Point the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it now
Coward
Been running games, it's the last net
Soon, you'll be amazed, it's your last breath
Don't know what to say
Won't know what to do, your time's gone
Your fucking heads are out of the sand
And guess who's waiting there for you
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Coward
Run away, run away
Coward
Run away, run away
Point the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it now
Point the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it now
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Coward
Run away, run away
Coward
Run away, run away
Point the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it now
Point the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it now
Coward