They saw me bleeding on the snow
Chased like a fox to a hole
I gotta make it through the night
'Cause now they run this town
The cries cut to the bone
With every word like a claw
We grew together in this neighborhood
Though my songs are made of different tunes
I am no part of this herd
Should I feel pride or contempt?
Bang, bang
It's the sound of the war drums
Don't expect me to salute to your coat of arms
In the middle of the road
With the sun gunned down
It's too late for coming back
We're truly gone
We no longer have names
They're all worn out
We were caught in a parallax
We're truly gone
Aren't you a little bit confused
Thinking you're playing by the rules?
'Cause they do not define your claim
It's not a board game, anyway
Love doesn't speak through the guns
But you keep firing in the dark
Bang, bang
It's the sound of f*cking war drums
Hit it, boys, hit it
In the middle of the road
With the sun gunned down
It's too late for coming back
We're truly gone
We no longer have names
They're all worn out
We were caught in a parallax
We're truly gone
They saw me bleeding on the snow
Chased like a fox to a hole
I gotta make it through the night
'Cause now they run this town
In the middle of the road
With the sun gunned down
It's too late for coming back
We're truly gone
We no longer have names
They're all worn out
We were caught in a parallax
We're truly gone
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They saw me bleeding on the snow
Chased like a fox to a hole
I gotta make it through the night
'Cause now they run this town
The cries cut to the bone
With every word like a claw
We grew together in this neighborhood
Though my songs are made of different tunes
I am no part of this herd
Should I feel pride or contempt?
Bang, bang
It's the sound of the war drums
Don't expect me to salute to your coat of arms
In the middle of the road
With the sun gunned down
It's too late for coming back
We're truly gone
We no longer have names
They're all worn out
We were caught in a parallax
We're truly gone
Aren't you a little bit confused
Thinking you're playing by the rules?
'Cause they do not define your claim
It's not a board game, anyway
Love doesn't speak through the guns
But you keep firing in the dark
Bang, bang
It's the sound of f*cking war drums
Hit it, boys, hit it
In the middle of the road
With the sun gunned down
It's too late for coming back
We're truly gone
We no longer have names
They're all worn out
We were caught in a parallax
We're truly gone
They saw me bleeding on the snow
Chased like a fox to a hole
I gotta make it through the night
'Cause now they run this town
In the middle of the road
With the sun gunned down
It's too late for coming back
We're truly gone
We no longer have names
They're all worn out
We were caught in a parallax
We're truly gone
Chased like a fox to a hole
I gotta make it through the night
'Cause now they run this town
The cries cut to the bone
With every word like a claw
We grew together in this neighborhood
Though my songs are made of different tunes
I am no part of this herd
Should I feel pride or contempt?
Bang, bang
It's the sound of the war drums
Don't expect me to salute to your coat of arms
In the middle of the road
With the sun gunned down
It's too late for coming back
We're truly gone
We no longer have names
They're all worn out
We were caught in a parallax
We're truly gone
Aren't you a little bit confused
Thinking you're playing by the rules?
'Cause they do not define your claim
It's not a board game, anyway
Love doesn't speak through the guns
But you keep firing in the dark
Bang, bang
It's the sound of f*cking war drums
Hit it, boys, hit it
In the middle of the road
With the sun gunned down
It's too late for coming back
We're truly gone
We no longer have names
They're all worn out
We were caught in a parallax
We're truly gone
They saw me bleeding on the snow
Chased like a fox to a hole
I gotta make it through the night
'Cause now they run this town
In the middle of the road
With the sun gunned down
It's too late for coming back
We're truly gone
We no longer have names
They're all worn out
We were caught in a parallax
We're truly gone
Writer: Andrzej Strzemżalski
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid