Like a loaded gun
A six shootin' revolver
One bullet in the chamber
A mindless game of Russian roulette
Life that ends with the sound of a gat
Blasting off into outter space
Letting me free
Nothing is as it seems
The only things that are real
Are those that you believe
Bringing me back down to earth
My guns are blazing
Muzzle flashes in the sky
I got my six shootin' revolver
Like Texas Ranger walking the streets
I'm locked and ready to rock
Dead eye set
I'm alive and well
Gonna be storming the red hot gates of hell
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One spell error - beleave - believe, I felt like a cowboy waiting on the city street for the duel to commence. Nice imagery. Love, C
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Hey, thanks. I fixed that spelling error. Thanks for pointing it out.
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Your title is Revolver
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