Year Of The Gun Paul Raymond – Phil Mogg Here we come I got that I got the smell of whisky And leather Cadillacs Got a mother running With a real tight rack No winners here Only powered lead Brain dead boy With a nail in his head Year of the gun now Year of the gun now There's no mercy under the miracle bell Glamour and glitz God's fiery hell Beyond the belly Heaven can't move In the night time rush That bubbles and brews Those saintly sinners here Who say their prayers There's all the riches For he that dares And the ghostly sceptre Of life's lost and found I'll meet you buried 6 feet Under the ground Revenge is sipped Like cold chicken soup You're in you're out boy How do you figure in this loop Year of the gun now Climbing up a mountain Jimmy boy now He looks so cute He's packing like a mule In his killing suit Year of the gun now Year of the gun now I stopped breathing at 2:45 Ambulance came Said I was still alive Cut'em down young In some bloody hail The track line ends With a silver rail And the saintly sinners Who say their prayers There's all riches here For he that dares But the ghostly sceptre Of life's lost and found I'll meet you buried 6 feet underground Year of the gun Give me a smile now Year of the gun Year of the gun babe Year of the gun now Give me a smile now Year of the gun now Year of the gun now Here a gun now
Year Of The Gun Paul Raymond – Phil Mogg Here we come I got that I got the smell of whisky And leather Cadillacs Got a mother running With a real tight rack No winners here Only powered lead Brain dead boy With a nail in his head Year of the gun now Year of the gun now There's no mercy under the miracle bell Glamour and glitz God's fiery hell Beyond the belly Heaven can't move In the night time rush That bubbles and brews Those saintly sinners here Who say their prayers There's all the riches For he that dares And the ghostly sceptre Of life's lost and found I'll meet you buried 6 feet Under the ground Revenge is sipped Like cold chicken soup You're in you're out boy How do you figure in this loop Year of the gun now Climbing up a mountain Jimmy boy now He looks so cute He's packing like a mule In his killing suit Year of the gun now Year of the gun now I stopped breathing at 2:45 Ambulance came Said I was still alive Cut'em down young In some bloody hail The track line ends With a silver rail And the saintly sinners Who say their prayers There's all riches here For he that dares But the ghostly sceptre Of life's lost and found I'll meet you buried 6 feet underground Year of the gun Give me a smile now Year of the gun Year of the gun babe Year of the gun now Give me a smile now Year of the gun now Year of the gun now Here a gun now
