Les paroles de la chanson
« The gunsling »
Black Veil Brides
Yeah...
When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared,
This town’s renegade is near.
Standing tall, awaiting host,
What’s it like to see a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
A one shot rhythm to the gunsling
So long my sweet.
Bye Bye.
Standin’ alone in soot and stone,
He draws from this holster, a man.
Crawlin’ alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
He clenched his fist and said a prayer,
For every breath of dusty air.
He fires loud, the end is close,
What’s it like to be a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
A one shot rhythm to the gunsling,
So long my sweet.
I hear those voices calling...
"Take your life"
I cannot take this lying down...
NO!
Standin’ alone in soot and stone,
He draws from this holster, a man.
Crawlin’ alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
In time. In vain.
I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall,
If I should pass,
It’s worth one last stand before the gates of hell!
I hear those voices calling...
"Take your life"
I cannot take this lying down...
NO!
Standin’ alone in soot and stone,
He draws from this holster, a man.
Crawlin’ alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
In time. In vain.
I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall,
If I should pass,
It’s worth one last stand before the gates of hell!
When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared,
This town’s renegade is near.
Standing tall, awaiting host,
What’s it like to see a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
A one shot rhythm to the gunsling
So long my sweet.
Bye Bye.
Standin’ alone in soot and stone,
He draws from this holster, a man.
Crawlin’ alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
He clenched his fist and said a prayer,
For every breath of dusty air.
He fires loud, the end is close,
What’s it like to be a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
A one shot rhythm to the gunsling,
So long my sweet.
I hear those voices calling...
"Take your life"
I cannot take this lying down...
NO!
Standin’ alone in soot and stone,
He draws from this holster, a man.
Crawlin’ alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
In time. In vain.
I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall,
If I should pass,
It’s worth one last stand before the gates of hell!
I hear those voices calling...
"Take your life"
I cannot take this lying down...
NO!
Standin’ alone in soot and stone,
He draws from this holster, a man.
Crawlin’ alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
In time. In vain.
I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall,
If I should pass,
It’s worth one last stand before the gates of hell!