Bullet Theory

Bullet Theory - Funeral For A Friend

Written by：Funeral for a Friend

Who shot

Who shot the bullet that killed the air tonight

Without a thought without a reason

Take a gun called hate

Up against your heart

And pull the trigger

Take a gun called hate

Up against your heart

And pull the trigger

It's over it's only over

It's only over when we say

The smoke and mirrors

The lies that wind your tongue

Is this oppression what we wanted or what we needed

As we function on impatience

And our patience is wearing thin

And you live a lie that will destroy us all

It's over it's only over

It's only over when we say

It's over it's only over

It's only over when we say

Back and to the left

Back and to the left

Back and to the left

Come on and shoot motherf**ker

You like this baby

You like this baby

You like this baby

Well just dance a bit longer shot

It's over it's only over

It's only over when we say

It's over it's only over

It's only over when we say