- cifra
I'm just a cool handed fool
Gonna ride it out with the Sun
Now I'm to crawl through the fold
And the curls of the human mind
'Cause I'm in a world of marching soldiers
And who am I?
Bullet for guns through the door and retires
And it fades away
With three little colors
Lying in the gutter
They're lying in the heart
They're still aching from a dream
Bu' the feel of a bullet
Cold until it finds the hole
Hey
I'm just a cool handed fool
Gonna ride it out with the Sun
Now I'm to crawl through the fold
And the curls of the human mind
An' I'm in a world of marching soldiers
And who am I?
The bullet for guns through the door and retires
And it fades away
'Cause I'm in a world of marching soldiers
And who am I?
The bullet for guns through the door and retires
And it fades away
