sixshooter

• bir bonus şarkı tiamat'ın judas christ albümünden. sözler ekteki gibidir.
  
  lost my mind on a bungyjump on lsd
  and in downtown chicago demons haunted me
  almost drank myself to death in malaysia
  and in a paris cafe one demon dressed like a geisha
  
  and in rochester my best friend started to fall
  but a demon doctor gave him pills for it all
  we were praying to god to forget and forgive
  but a candyman spread stardust over tel-aviv
  
  sixshooter , sixshooter
  don't spend it all on me
  
  and the scythemen demons were wearing black capes
  appearing everytime i tried to escape
  they were eating raw meat from silver plates
  and stomping their feet to the roaring v8
  
  a demon sixshooter in a six-geared car
  on the 38th floor in a rotating bar
  with all hell's fire and a vodka martini
  and a roulette hooker in a stolen lamborghini
  
  don't spend it all on me
  
  and the demon's fire burned a crooked spoon
  in a plastic, fantastic oxygen cocoon
  on a pharao trip as egypt kings
  rotten, embalmed before the fat lady sings
  
  and a red sun rose over a pay clinic
  and i would eat more often than three times a week
  the healing and soothing myrrh i'll apply
  fight the demons to hell until i fucking die
  
  and the demon smiled as the circle spinned
  and in my whisky sour the devil grinned
  i was rolling another hundred dollar bill
  and cleaning my nose for the ultimate thrill
  
  sixshooter , sixshooter
  don't spend it all on me
• (bkz: altıpatlar)
• tiamat'ın judas christ albümündeki bir bonus track...
  
  lost my mind on a bungyjump on lsd
  and in downtown chicago demons haunted me
  almost drank myself to death in malaysia
  and in a paris cafe one demon dressed like a geisha
  
  and in rochester my best friend started to fall
  but a demon doctor gave him pills for it all
  we were praying to god to forget and forgive
  but a candyman spread stardust over tel-aviv
  
  sixshooter , sixshooter
  don't spend it all on me
  
  and the scythemen demons were wearing black capes
  appearing everytime i tried to escape
  they were eating raw meat from silver plates
  and stomping their feet to the roaring v8
  
  a demon sixshooter in a six-geared car
  on the 38th floor in a rotating bar
  with all hell's fire and a vodka martini
  and a roulette hooker in a stolen lamborghini
  
  don't spend it all on me
  
  and the demon's fire burned a crooked spoon
  in a plastic, fantastic oxygen cocoon
  on a pharao trip as egypt kings
  rotten, embalmed before the fat lady sings
  
  and a red sun rose over a pay clinic
  and i would eat more often than three times a week
  the healing and soothing myrrh i'll apply
  fight the demons to hell until i fucking die
  
  and the demon smiled as the circle spinned
  and in my whisky sour the devil grinned
  i was rolling another hundred dollar bill
  and cleaning my nose for the ultimate thrill
  
  sixshooter , sixshooter
  don't spend it all on me