IRC-Galleria

In the middle of a gun fight
In the center of a restaurant
They say, "Come with your arms raised high!"
Well, they're never gonna get me
Like a bullet through a flock of doves
To wage this war against your faith in me
Your life will never be the same
On your mother's eyes, say a prayer, say a prayer

kertosäe:
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just two men, as God had made us
Well I can't, well I can
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this
Pain in my heart for your dying wish
I kiss your lips again

They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost
My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself
Am I losing myself?
Well, I miss my mom
Will they give me the chair
Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare
Ah, nobody knows all the trouble I've seen

kertosäe

To your room
What they ask of you
Will make you want to say: "So long"
Well, I don't remember
Why remember you

Do you have the keys to the hotel
'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire (fire)

Life is but a dream for the dead
And well I, I won't go down by myself
But I'll go down with my friends
Now now now now... Now now now... Now now now!