Raunchy - Gunslingers & Tombstones

We're surfing the waves of the blues Through times of gloom and the confused New world police is a western feeling We're not proud of this Not just a little bit Party girls and pick up lines At your funeral We're living in a cold world's industry Right next to the new sheriff in town O' how we fail to see The mouth of the shark You should not bow down And give praise to the beast You should rise up high Above their ungodly feast [?] Close to those who care And always pay tribute To those who dared We're taking the chance of light I'm telling through times Where no skies are bright I'm still telling you I might be back, I might be back We're taking the chance of light Through times Where no skies are bright Oil, porn and war Is a western way of life We're not made of steel It's just how we feel Dirty deals and cheap girls Beside your coffin' We're living in a cold world's harmony Right next the portrait of the patriot O' how we fail to feel The mouth of the shark [Incomprehensible] Close to those who care And always pay tribute To those who dared You should not bow down And give praise to the beast You should rise up high Above their ungodly feast Gives praise to the beast We're taking the chance of light I'm telling through times Where no skies are bright I'm still telling you I might be back, I might be back Don't it feel like as if We're taking the chance of light I'm telling through times Where no skies are bright I'm still telling you I might be back, I might be back Who's next in line For the big fucking get-away You big cowboy Who's next in line For the big fucking get-away Gunslingers and tombstones Don't be long, don't be gone I think you might be back If so, break my back We're taking the chance of light I'm telling through times Where no skies are bright I'm still telling you I might be back, I might be back Don't it feels like as if We're taking the chance of light I'm telling through times Where no skies are bright I'm still telling you I might be back, I might be back We're taking the chance of light Through times Where no skies are bright I'm still telling you I might be back, I might be back