6 Shots

Everybody leaves the room so the

Two of them can fight it out

It's a little bit of charity

But the privacy won't help them now

I love you, but I'm sick of this

I don't want to live my life in Chains

I love you, but I'm scared to death

I don't want to change you babe

But I want you to change

Paralyzed bewildered betrayed

But the world spins on and on

I can't help you face your fate

I got a face of my own

Beauty come and Gone

I love you, but I'm sick of this

I don't want to live my life in Chains

I love you, but I'm scared to death

I don't want to change you babe

But I want you to change

Your preachin' it don't bother me

I grew up in the Montana snow away from God

Your blues 'aint gonna get me down

I was dancin' up in Harlem

Before you knew how to draw a crowd

But baby you know how to do it now

You got them on their feet and dancin' wow

Who knew a memory could be so loud

And it was

Six shots and no one knew what hit 'um

All hands on deck let's go and get him

It's a fine time to find yourself found

With your feet at the edge and

Your head in the clouds

You can howl at the moon

Why don't you baby

Your mama's good lookin'

And the future is crazy

Everyone's in love with you

'Cause of how long you can hold your breath

Breathing's a commodity

So you starve yourself to death

Anyone can take the bait to

Knock their own teeth out

Not everyone can take the pain

Maybe that's what all this fuss is about

Any you can

Run down the halls with guns blazing

If you want to find trouble

Just call its name

If you want to point a finger at inspiration

It will spin you around and

It's a hell of a game

Today it's headlines

Tomorrow fishes

A lot of good stones get throwed at wishes

Take take take take me out

Take take take take me outside

I want to scream in your face

I want to tell you lots of lies

Take take take take me out

Take take take take me out back

I'm a sinner, I'm a hooker

I'm a moonshine black

Your preachin' it don't bother me

I grew up in the Montana snow away from God

Your blues 'aint gonna get me down

I was dancin' up in Harlem

Before you knew how to draw a crowd

But baby you know how to do it now

You got them on their feet and dancin' wow

Who knew a memory could be so

Who knew a memory could be so

Who knew a memory could be so loud