4November - Shots Lyrics

Deserted Hotel, Lonely swings
Road 66 in the middle of nowhere
Barely alive I need a ride to town

I'd been so close but never find a ground
I feel at home even if I'm flying around
Sorrows go down with the gin as these boots walk with me

There is no way out of here, headed for complete failure I turned my back as I felt something go through me
Everything blurred and disappeared

I was halfway to hell when I heard the church bell
I don't know about Jesus but something drew me in Through those heavenly doors

A priest with a gun in his hand
Yell at me stay out of this holy ground
They're not a saints you better understand

Criminals sit here on the bench
Buried crimes in self-defense
Turn your back because they're all innocent

There is no way out of here Headed for complete failure
I turned my back as I heard shots scream through me
Everything blurred and disappeared

This happened in 1969
The news said I was never found
Just a lonely church in the middle of a ghost town
Is this story true or am I lying to kill time

There is no way out of here, headed for completely failure
I turned my back as I heard shots scream through me
Everything blurred and disappeared