Текст (слова) песни: Bane - The Big Gun Down

 
...and did i mention that there are still those days 
where i can hardly lift my head up from the pillow 
or looking out the window of the plane 
rooting for disaster 
sometimes i just run out of reasons 
 
but the clock keeps ticking and the minutes keep coming 
and all i can do is rise to slaughter the hours 
let the air of these days 
killing time 
staring into corners or at strands of her hair 
waiting for the call that tells me where to next 
wishing i could trade these stupid words 
for hollow point shells 
before every move that i make equals check-mate 
 
did i just say her? 
this song is not for her 
no matter what i`ve said or longed for 
or that her name still moves along these walls 
lives in this pen 
(i`ve made promises) 
 
this song is for Buk, for `Trane, for Wes, and for Marty 
who keeps their barrels oiled and ready 
the few that i would trade ten days to spend one hour with 
rare like a ruby at the bottom of the sea 
beautiful like the sparrow in the kittens jaw
 

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At Best
Bang The Drum Slowly
Broke Wide Open
Can We Start Again
Count Me Out
Every Effort Made
Forked Tongue
Fuck What You Heard
Her Lucky Pretty Eyes
I Once Was Blind
In Pieces
Lay The Blame
Pay The Price
Place In The Sun
Release The Hounds
Scared
Snakes Among Us
Some Came Running
Speechless
Struck Down By Me
Sunflowers And Sunsets
Superhero
The Big Gun Down
The Cross To Bear
The Paint Chips Away
What Holds Us Down
What Makes Us Strong
You Wrote This Song For Me