Now shut the fuck up and let me make it Please don't shoot me down ?Cause I'm flyin?, I'm flyin?, I'm high up Please don't shoot me down ?Cause I'm
i'm dressed for the kill now. i'm dressed for our funeral. a dress down affair. an accident addressed to me from you... a self-inflicted starving state
Now I'm in a band, people try to make me do things Kiss arses and pay tribute But I'm inclined today to do those things anyway And I don't care who hears
The summer days are gone too soon You shoot the moon and miss completely And now you're left to face the gloom The empty room that once smelled sweetly
needed something real To call my very own Cupid is a real straight shooter Looks like he got me, shot me Cupid is a real straight shooter Looks like
But don't get hung up on it Just solider on with it And good luck with shooting the moon Shooting the moon Shooting the moon, the moon Shooting the
out of bounds Look at all the shooting stars Some of them could be ours Stream the sky Dazzling diamond light Wish I might On shimmering shooting stars Glimmering shooting stars Dimming Shooting
Shoot it, shoot it Come on baby put your best shot on me Shoot it, shoot it Girl you got to do it for a friend in need Shoot it, shoot it Beggars can
And weighs me like a stone Three times, I've sent you back from me Three times, my bone's gone dry And three times, I've seen the shooting shark Lighting
straight shooter, oh yea. I've never said I was better that you I'm a straight shooter, straight shooter Come on babe, be one too Be a straight shooter
Been down and depressed, my body's aching Trembling hands, cold feet and shaking knees But people say that nothing was wrong Except I've been in love
Staying up all night I'm taking a midnight ride Yes, I'm a midnight man I can't hold it in Hold it in Spent time on the run Love with a loaded six gun
Time's racing, everything is moving so fast For the people who were friends Who were close in the past Feelings inside [unverified] you Wish they could
She grew up reading every magazine Of rags to riches worlds She lost her heart to do The American dream of Hollywood She used to dream about love Her
Cuando cae la luna sobre el mar Nunca sabe donde reflejarse Con tanta basura no es tarea facil Y la aurora aqui de boreal no pinta nada Aparte de madrugar
Duck under that desk Cover your neck, ah, ah, aah Pickin' your skin As I begin to shoot myself in the foot again And if I shoot at you You should shoot
a short little while Shoot me down in flames Shoot me down In flames Shoot me down In flames You're gonna shoot me down Oh, in flames Shoot me down, shoot