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3 lyrics : "You've Been Shot"

You've been shot
Full of holes
You feel your eyes

About to close
And the clothes you're in
Seem paper thin

You can feel the frostbite
Fangs sink in
Cause it's cold outside

With no place to hide
Your blood out in the snow
And the people stare

But they're unaware
Of why you had to go


Just think of all the fun you've had
Breaking heads and acting bad
But now that all those days are done

Wound up on the other side
Of a gangster's gun


Paralyzed
But a pulse remains
To pump last thoughts

Through your dying brains
Remember Mom
Said always do your best

But now a bullet burns
Within your chest
And the sirens sound

Crowd gathers round
Like moths to flame they fly
Because they love blood's smell

But they're scared as Hell
Of what it means to die


Just think of all the fun you've had
Breaking heads and acting bad
But now that all those days are done

Wound up on the other side
Of a gangster's gun


I smell something burning
Like a flag, like a rubber tire
What you kids been cooking

That's got my kitchen full of fire?
Well it's American stew
Cause we were sick of the pie

Blood, white, and blue
In the blink of an eye
We'll go to the barn

And we'll lay down low
And hide 'till all the fires go


Just think of all the fun you've had
Breaking heads and acting bad
But now that all those days are done

Wound up on the other side
Of a gangster's gun


American stew
Cause we were sick of the pie
Blood, white, and blue

In the blink of an eye
We'll go to the barn
And we'll lay down low

And hide 'till all the fires go

American stew

Cause we were sick of the pie
Blood, white, and blue
In the blink of an eye

We'll go to the barn
And we'll lay down low
And hide 'till all the fires go


(Oh, you've been shot)
American stew
Cause we were sick of the pie
Blood, white, and blue

In the blink of an eye
(Oh, you've been shot)
We'll go to the barn
And we'll lay down low
And hide 'till all the fires go


(You've been shot)
American stew
Cause we were sick of the pie
Blood, white, and blue

In the blink of an eye
You've been shot
You've been... you've been...

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