Текст песни Razor - Shootout
Razor - Shootout слова песни
Living on the east side, trouble`s on it`s wayGet your piece together, take your place and stayIs your pistol loaded? ain`t no room for butsStrangers eye to eye, hope you`ve got the gutsLawman, draw your gunI may be the oneTrigger happy fingers and you give me causeLawman what have I done - broken your laws?Strangers, DangersDesert sons ride from the heatLittle doubt, in this shootoutWipe off the dust from the streetChasing with tequila, and gypsy ladies danceNever thought I`d shoot again until I had the chanceOne on one I`m laughing, spit in the sand and drawJust not quick enough, so much for the lawLawman draw your gunI may be the oneKnock down and drag out, the taste is in the airLawman what have I done - do you really care?Given the limit, the job is yours todayJust another sorry man standing in my wayA bad lad uh huh! lives up to his roleLive it up, laugh it up, end up in the holeWhere you die another soul will standI`ll be riding riding riding across this landYou`ve been shot down, now you`re gonna crawlThose who stay alive are those who don`t come out at allJust another shootout, one more dirty deedYour peacemaker`s heavy, one shot`s all I needMake your move now mister, sherrif`s historyFeelin` lucky are you? Good-bye deputy!