Tekst:
The Dead Weather So Far From Your Weapon

pocket burning a hole It's so far from your weapon and the place you were born There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole You're so far from your weapon

burning a hole You're so far from your weapon And the place you were born There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole You're so far from your weapon

fuck you really think you foolin' You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin' From your conversation the way you come across your shit

practiced quite actively My body did not melt beyond the Van Allen Belt I was transformed into a spirit with no shell I'm modifying the weather from behind a weather

practiced quite actively My body did not melt beyond the Van Allen Belt I was transformed into a spirit with no shell I'm modifying the weather from behind a weather