Teksty piosenek Black Star Riders

Black Star Riders

Bullet Blues

Drop the needle on the 45

What a crime to make life so tough

Another Sunday morning

In your Saturday clothes

Meeting your shadow when you've had enough

Lost reality's a lonely place

One way ticket to the blues

Don't take a chance if you know what you want

Heads you win, tails I lose

Get me out of this state of disgrace

When the moon gets too close

I'm so out of place

Take me out of this state of disgrace

There's nothing worse than being too late

Oh lord, help me and my bullet blues

Oh lord, help me please

My bullet blues

What am I gonna do

I put your picture up on my wall

I drank 'til you came alive

Your baby blues said nothing at all

I sat and watched you until I cried

Get me out of this state of disgrace

When the moon gets too close

I'm so out of place

Take me out of this state of disgrace

There's nothing worse than being too late

Oh lord, help me and my bullet blues

Oh lord, help me please

My bullet blues

What am I gonna do

All these immoral lies

Of virtue, vice and war

They burn, scar and scandalize

Nobody listens anymore

For judge and jury I've played the part

No surprises left in store

Show me a man that ain't gonna die

Give me a life worth living for

Get me out of this state of disgrace

When the moon gets too close

I'm so out of place

Take me out of this state of disgrace

There's nothing worse than being too late

Oh lord, help me and my bullet blues

Oh lord, help me please

My bullet blues

What am I gonna do