Bite the Bullet
We ain't gonna mess around with them industry kings
Even though we know the reasons why All of them blackbirds sing. The gunfire echo down the hillside It don't tell no sorry tales Like the time the things that your mother owned All went up for sale. And we all gotta bite the bullet sometime. Your dinner candle's a-burnin down And your beans are gettin cold And the walls are leakin to the halls And all your secrets are getting told. Your lone protector, he got shot out And well, boy, you know he died Cause they shut off the lights inside your house And disconnected your telephone lines. And we all gotta bite the bullet sometime. We might let our guard down To try and love a man By the raisin of his eyebrows Or with the wavin of his hand Now they're getting all their trucks in line They're paintin them passports blue And they're pullin down the kings While the blackbirds sing Cause that's what they were told to do. And we all gotta bite the bullet sometime |
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