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You know at that time, I would have jumped from a hundred feet high I mean benji - you know those kind of elastic ropes that stop you just before you try to keep both feet on the ground. You're out of balance, up and down, airborn for lifetime. Hope you don't die young, but no one can shoot you, there's only one gun, and it sticks to your fingers, you cannot shake it off, And you cannot unload it, you got six bullets to go. You talk to an angel, who's got the key to the door. He opens it up for a whole bunch of rebels and some bad guys you know. Oh, there's your landlord, and he shouts from a distance that you still owe him, four months of rent and he's bleedin', five bullets to go. You're on a cloud, with a view on a yacht And as you just fart, the cloud's speeding up. Till it stops at the point where you vertical sight down spots an angel who's tryin' to pick up a girl wearin' a crown. You point at the angel and the girl she is saved You know it's not a good deed, but you remember the days, she was a terrible bore, four bullets to go. So God saved the queen, though I doubt that he's ever been there for tea, at least he wasn't there together with me. That's what I'm thinking as I fly into a plane and the pilot's not sane. He's got troubles at home, well it's not a home, it's a house, where his wife changed the dipers, which is nice, but time grew up the kids and overboozed the wife, and now she fucks the whole neighbourhood for a bottle of wine. He's about to crash. So I shoot a hostess in the leg, and he's so occupied that he forgets, to drop that iron bird, and no other people get hurt, great show, three bullets to go. So I gotta get greedy on the bullets I have, there's only three left and I still haven't met all my ennemies and the ones I hate best. And he who once tried to steal my desire for soul and rock&roll. But I know where to go, so I'm in his shop where you can buy a guitar, you can buy a thousand there, but you could'nt play'm all. And there he is that guy you were looking for, he only likes a white skin. You know the Hitler-like-kind who all believe they're to win every battle except for this one of course. I look into his eyes, as I pull the trigger, never say nigger again, two bullets to go. One for me, and one for the song. |