I´m just a cool handed fool gonna ride it out with the sun
Now i´m to crawl through the fold and the curls of the human mind
´Cuz i´m in a world of marching soldiers and who am i?!
Bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away

With three little colours lying in the gutter
they´re lying in the heart
they´re still aching from my dream
but the feel of a Bullet cold until it finds the hole.