Rival Sons

Three Fingers
I'm in the air gliding over the waterFeet tucked under my tailWings pulled back, body like a spearThis time I'm coming back with a whaleI'd better take a deep breathIt's never easy, it's never easyWe are the bullets, breast to graveI'm on my feet and I'm running the plazaMatador is holding the redBut I've got the horns, I've got the speedThis motherfucker's going home deadThree fingers on the rocksIt's never easy, it's never easyBut you'd better be braveWe are the bullets, breast to graveIt's never easy, it's never easyIt's never easy, it's never easyBut you'd better be braveWe are the bullets, breast to grave Aus Songtexte Mania