Machine Gun: Victims of the Fury

August 28, 2013

Gypsy Eyes

So Let Your Bullets Fly Like Rain”

Evil man make me kill you
Evil man make you kill me
Evil man make me kill you
Even though we’re only families apart

Well I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer
You know what I mean?
Hey, and your bullets keep knocking me down
Hey, I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer now
Yeah, but you still blast me down, to the ground

Stone Free

Everyday of the week, I’m in a different city
If I stay too long, the people try to pull me down,
you know what I mean?
They talk about me like a dog, talkin’ about the clothes I wear

Stone free, yeah I can’t stay
I got to, got to, got to get away

We were blessed as though in heaven
We were messengers of joy
There were angels all around us
There was none who dared destroy

Victims of the fury
Shadows in the dark
Victims of the fury
Arrows found their mark

Then the world collapsed around us
And the tables overturned
We were lambs before the slaughter
We were driven out and burned