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Black Pistol Fire
Performer
Kevin McKeown
Electric Guitar
Eric Owen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin McKeown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vance Powell
Producer
Letra
Look at my fingers so clean
From the bittersweet fever dreams
Stuck up between your teeth
When my minds obscene
Only one thing I can tell
What's really on your mind
Smooth operator but I come to make it nice
Just enough of my love to tide you over girl
Til the morning comes
Round
Just enough of my love to tide you over girl
Til the morning comes
Round
Fire cloud from a white light
Keep bangin out an alibi
A generations daily and shakin
At least we can say it was well wasted
Shakin in your boots
Is like a sorry lame excuse
Chalk it up to you
Before we hit you with the truth
Least theres still a record
I can play it on repeat
Cry baby cry
All night long
Just enough of my love to tide you over girl
Til the morning comes
Round
Just enough of my love to tide you over girl
Til the morning comes
Round
Fire cloud from a white light
Keep bangin out an alibi
You'll pout, I'll fight
A better way to go waste my time
A generations daily and shakin
Self medicating
Well worth the wait and
So close they almost want to taste it
Least we can say it was well wasted
Look at my fingers so clean
From the bittersweet fever dreams
Stuck up between your teeth
When my minds obscene
Just enough of my love to tide you over girl
Morning comes
Round
Fire cloud from a white light
Keep bangin out an alibi
You'll pout, I'll fight
A better way to go waste my time
A generations daily and shakin
Self medicating
Well worth the wait and
So close they almost want to taste it
Least we can say it was well wasted
Well wasted
Writer(s): Kevin Mckeown, Eric Owen
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