Bury Me With A Gun
All my life I've been waiting for the day
Looking for angels in a cheap motel
Losers and winners, there's the saints and the sinners
And Jesus' working for the CIA
Who got the money, man?
Who got the upper hand?
Who got the keys to the Chevrolet?
All my life I've been waiting for the day
But it's all talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, yeah
When the stars go falling from the sky
When my time has come, I won't ask why
I've been a good man, though if I'm wrong
If I'm wrong
Bury me with a gun
B-b-bury me with a gun
All this while I've been looking for a sign
Changing the planets and the radio waves
Ones and zeros and comic book heros and
The secret code to the pearly gates
I got my head checked
I got no regrets to my confessions in the grocery line
All this while I've been waiting for a sign
And it's all talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, yeah
When the stars go falling from the sky
When my time has come, I won't ask why
I've been a good man, though
If I'm wrong
If I'm wrong
Bury me with a gun
Panic know this face
Yeah, I know, yes I know
Like a holiday
Yeah, I know, yes I know
When the stars go falling from the sky
When my time has come, I won't ask why
I've been a good man, though if I'm wrong
Bury me with a gun
B-b-bury me with a gun
Looking for angels in a cheap motel
Losers and winners, there's the saints and the sinners
And Jesus' working for the CIA
Who got the money, man?
Who got the upper hand?
Who got the keys to the Chevrolet?
All my life I've been waiting for the day
But it's all talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, yeah
When the stars go falling from the sky
When my time has come, I won't ask why
I've been a good man, though if I'm wrong
If I'm wrong
Bury me with a gun
B-b-bury me with a gun
All this while I've been looking for a sign
Changing the planets and the radio waves
Ones and zeros and comic book heros and
The secret code to the pearly gates
I got my head checked
I got no regrets to my confessions in the grocery line
All this while I've been waiting for a sign
And it's all talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, yeah
When the stars go falling from the sky
When my time has come, I won't ask why
I've been a good man, though
If I'm wrong
If I'm wrong
Bury me with a gun
Panic know this face
Yeah, I know, yes I know
Like a holiday
Yeah, I know, yes I know
When the stars go falling from the sky
When my time has come, I won't ask why
I've been a good man, though if I'm wrong
Bury me with a gun
B-b-bury me with a gun
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Writer(s): Raine Maida
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