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*** Autor textu: Richie Edwards & Dan Hawkins *** Autor hudby: Dan Hawkins
I was hitching to Morocco
When I rolled into Marseille
Thinking about the Francs that I didn't have
There was only one place to stay
Backpack for a pillow
My body on the stone cold floor
I was woken up by the smell of piss
And a knock at my back door
I was on my feet in a heartbeat
Outnumbered two to one
The little motherf**ker
Pulled a knife on me
It's time to get it on
Stand up
Load up
And fire away now
If you think you've got a chance
Take a shot now
I've got a
Bullet
With your name on
If you think you've got a chance
Take a shot son
You brought a knife to a gunfight
So f**k you
I just don't care about money
I've been ripped off all my life
I ain't scared of you sonny
It's not the first time I've seen a knife
And so the story goes
There's a lesson to be learnt
If you fuck with a six foot German punk
You're gonna get hurt
You're gonna get hurt
Stand up
Load up
And fire away now
If you think you've got a chance
Take a shot now
I've got a
Bullet
With your name on
If you think you've got a chance
Take a shot son
You brought a knife to a gunfight
So f**k you
