You've Been Shot

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    You've been shot
    Full of holes
    You feel your eyes
    About to close
    And the clothes you're in
    Seem paper thin
    You can feel the frostbite
    Fangs sink in
    Cause it's cold outside
    With no place to hide
    Your blood out in the snow
    And the people stare
    But they're unaware
    Of why you had to go

    Just think of all the fun you've had
    Breaking heads and acting bad
    But now that all those days are done
    Wound up on the other side
    Of a gangster's gun

    Paralyzed
    But a pulse remains
    To pump last thoughts
    Through your dying brains
    Remember Mom
    Said always do your best
    But now a bullet burns
    Within your chest
    And the sirens sound
    Crowd gathers round
    Like moths to flame they fly
    Because they love blood's smell
    But they're scared as Hell
    Of what it means to die

    Just think of all the fun you've had
    Breaking heads and acting bad
    But now that all those days are done
    Wound up on the other side
    Of a gangster's gun

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    I smell something burning
    Like a flag, like a rubber tire
    What you kids been cooking
    That's got my kitchen full of fire?
    Well it's American stew
    Cause we were sick of the pie
    Blood, white, and blue
    In the blink of an eye
    We'll go to the barn
    And we'll lay down low
    And hide 'till all the fires go

    Just think of all the fun you've had
    Breaking heads and acting bad
    But now that all those days are done
    Wound up on the other side
    Of a gangster's gun

    American stew
    Cause we were sick of the pie
    Blood, white, and blue
    In the blink of an eye
    We'll go to the barn
    And we'll lay down low
    And hide 'till all the fires go

    American stew
    Cause we were sick of the pie
    Blood, white, and blue
    In the blink of an eye
    We'll go to the barn
    And we'll lay down low
    And hide 'till all the fires go

    (Oh, you've been shot)
    American stew
    Cause we were sick of the pie
    Blood, white, and blue
    In the blink of an eye
    (Oh, you've been shot)
    We'll go to the barn
    And we'll lay down low
    And hide 'till all the fires go

    (You've been shot)
    American stew
    Cause we were sick of the pie
    Blood, white, and blue
    In the blink of an eye
    You've been shot
    You've been...you've been...

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