Chorus is:
Bulls-eye from a hipshot
You're running out of close calls
And in their stead a bullet hole
Head down, tuck your tail in and run out of the party
In your stead a wandering ghost.
Next line you're missing: Not fit to spit tho douse your burning lust
....there ya have it, straight from the cd booklet. :)
Chorus is: Bulls-eye from a hipshot You're running out of close calls And in their stead a bullet hole Head down, tuck your tail in and run out of the party In your stead a wandering ghost.
Next line you're missing: Not fit to spit tho douse your burning lust
....there ya have it, straight from the cd booklet. :)