Bleeding the Shame
You're getting too close too close for comfort
Your heart is racing racing away
They're trying to kill ya they're trying to kill ya
Hide in the sand just to stay alive
I can smell the bullet the bleeding the shame
I can see no reason for poison the game
I don't want to feel or hear it again
Cause i can smell the bullet the bleeding the shame
Bleeding the shame
Bleeding the shame
Bleeding the shame
Bleeding the shame
There's blood on your hands there's blood in your veins
Your finger nails are dirty in pain
Your hands are gripped trigger point to the kill
Writer/s: The Rocket Dolls
