Petals In The Grass
Warning Shot
Right on target
It happens alot
I'm so sick and tired
Of no warning shot
Being riddled with bullets
Is not much fun
I always end up
On the wrong end of the gun
Running from pellets
Running from slugs
Running from evil
Running from thugs
Bang, bang
Blast, blast
Still bloody wounds
From my past
It's not friendly fire
When my marksman hits his spot
I'm so sick and tired
Of no warning shot
It happens alot
I'm so sick and tired
Of no warning shot
Being riddled with bullets
Is not much fun
I always end up
On the wrong end of the gun
Running from pellets
Running from slugs
Running from evil
Running from thugs
Bang, bang
Blast, blast
Still bloody wounds
From my past
It's not friendly fire
When my marksman hits his spot
I'm so sick and tired
Of no warning shot
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