Bullet

I'm just a cool headed fool running wild eyed with the sun

I want to crawl through the folded coils of the human mind

Now in a world of marching soldiers who am I?

And if it comes to the gun only time never fades away



Three little colours

Lying in the gutter

With iron in the heart

Just waking from a dream

With the fear of a bullet

Cool 'til it finds a home



I'm just a cool headed fool running wild eyed with the sun

I want to crawl through the folded coils of the human mind

Now in a world of marching soldiers who am I?

And if it comes to the gun only time never fades away



Three little colours

Lying in the gutter

With iron in the heart

Just waking from a dream

With the fear of a bullet

Cool 'til it finds a home