Three Friends
Crystal shots in the night
Sliding glass from the right
Crashing down all sorts of chaos around
Pistol shots clear the air
I stand up just like my hair
Bullets sing ears ring the sheriff just became this bars king
Watch out Jimmy said as he got smacked in the back of his head
Sirens sound ummm I mean the church bell rang
This could only mean one thing the Buck West band is back
Kit show up, bottles up, sleeves up, brawl picks up
Time for us to buckle up
The windows were clear
Until Jimmy decides to spear
Kit and I took the door left behind the killing floor
One look to the east Buck West is beating the priest
Big Head Joe is coming from the south
A sniper's dream just waters the mouth
A miracle Jim said as 3 blind horses showed up from dead
Hey Joe where do you think you'll go
Buck and his band show
The three of us are out of here
I bet Joe wish he had an apple to spare
Running in the wind oh how we're free
Mud dirt shit our horses took a shot to the knee
Sliding on our ass with a rope around our ankles
We're heading back
Met with cheer from our peers
Hangman hang men who hang we are the men who the hangman hang
We look strapped and strapping this sure was a trap and trapping
With a noose around our necks please can we snooze this deck
Jimmy, Kit and I went out with our heads held high
Sliding glass from the right
Crashing down all sorts of chaos around
Pistol shots clear the air
I stand up just like my hair
Bullets sing ears ring the sheriff just became this bars king
Watch out Jimmy said as he got smacked in the back of his head
Sirens sound ummm I mean the church bell rang
This could only mean one thing the Buck West band is back
Kit show up, bottles up, sleeves up, brawl picks up
Time for us to buckle up
The windows were clear
Until Jimmy decides to spear
Kit and I took the door left behind the killing floor
One look to the east Buck West is beating the priest
Big Head Joe is coming from the south
A sniper's dream just waters the mouth
A miracle Jim said as 3 blind horses showed up from dead
Hey Joe where do you think you'll go
Buck and his band show
The three of us are out of here
I bet Joe wish he had an apple to spare
Running in the wind oh how we're free
Mud dirt shit our horses took a shot to the knee
Sliding on our ass with a rope around our ankles
We're heading back
Met with cheer from our peers
Hangman hang men who hang we are the men who the hangman hang
We look strapped and strapping this sure was a trap and trapping
With a noose around our necks please can we snooze this deck
Jimmy, Kit and I went out with our heads held high
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Writer(s): Lucas Höglund
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