Your where there
Crying your pain out
In the low side of the road.
You cross them
The ones that you consider
You thought you were like that
An expensive mistake
But that´s the way
Some of us learn
Throw your self
Into the deepest darkest pit
Make your self sick
Running in fright
Pulling the trigger
Of the animals guns
You saw those hard ass
You played with there rules
You knew they were cowards
And in sickness
One cold summer morning
You pull your bowie knife
And stabbed one of them to death.
And now there you are
Sitting in a couch
Pouring a little whiskey
Trying to start again.
Colt 45
No longer in you hand
Cold blooded heart
Refuse to feel love
You are the lost
All on your own
Without a comfortable road.
Crying your pain out
In the low side of the road.
You cross them
The ones that you consider
You thought you were like that
An expensive mistake
But that´s the way
Some of us learn
Throw your self
Into the deepest darkest pit
Make your self sick
Running in fright
Pulling the trigger
Of the animals guns
You saw those hard ass
You played with there rules
You knew they were cowards
And in sickness
One cold summer morning
You pull your bowie knife
And stabbed one of them to death.
And now there you are
Sitting in a couch
Pouring a little whiskey
Trying to start again.
Colt 45
No longer in you hand
Cold blooded heart
Refuse to feel love
You are the lost
All on your own
Without a comfortable road.
