That’s my sin
That how I win
Start at the end
It’s the beginning again
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
To be a spectator
At your own funeral
Watchin’ the pallbearers
Laughin’ at you
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
And how
How do you know,
That its time to go?
It’s when they shoot your dog
And how
How you feel
When you’ve brokered the deal
And still they shoot your dog
Hurricane lamps
In the floodlight drift
Shape-shifting rebels
Stop to give you a lift
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
Combing the desert
For the birth of blues
It tasted like nowhere
It had nothing to prove
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
I hear you rattle your chains
I hear you rattle your chains
When you’ve shot me down
I hear you rattle your chains

INVIA LE CORREZIONI