The Gun

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Poni Hoax - Rock

The Gun

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We were still waiting For some kind of endless fun But we got so bored So we dream of some kind of weapon Some kind of Uzi To shoot through the clouds Airplanes and things unseen Flying through the endless night Shutting down the blackened screen Landing in Pattaya Clouds, pills and alcohol Last night, I almost died On an endless night flight And I'm drunk on kerosene And I'm drunk on kerosene (And I'm drunk on kerosene) (Yes, I'm drunk on kerosene) We were waiting For some kind of virtue A new kind of weapon Oh, we almost died And screamed on our lovers On our brothers and sisters On everyone else Here is the gun Here is your gun

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Credits

Writers
  • Nicolas Ker
  • Laurent Bardainne