Plastic Bullets
The Scatterbees
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Ready? We're waiting for you
Streets are back to what we always knew
Carrying nothing but smokes in her jeans
To protest, yeah, whatever that means
To melt in such crowd
Pulled by the incessable muttering sound
And tonight to decide
Belongs to the front of the line
Nigh falls in a heartbeat people start to run, the paseo lost its grace
She's feeling skin naked in front of those guns pointing at her face
We should've long legged it whеn we had the chance
Thе flames in the city performing their dance
Plastic bullets bouncing in the night
No warning no place to run or hide
Directly to her eye
Directly to her eye
20-year-old criminal
With no weapon of her choice
An eye for a voice
An eye for a voice
Besuited victim crying for his cage of tacky luxury
Material wreckage making the front page of every diary
"Hard lines to this poor girl it wasn't a place for a lady to be"
Turn off the telly sweetheart please look at me
Plastic bullets bouncing in the night
No warning no place to run or hide
Directly to her eye
Directly to her eye
20-year-old criminal
With no weapon of her choice
An eye for a voice
An eye for a voice
Streets are back to what we always knew
Carrying nothing but smokes in her jeans
To protest, yeah, whatever that means
To melt in such crowd
Pulled by the incessable muttering sound
And tonight to decide
Belongs to the front of the line
Nigh falls in a heartbeat people start to run, the paseo lost its grace
She's feeling skin naked in front of those guns pointing at her face
We should've long legged it whеn we had the chance
Thе flames in the city performing their dance
Plastic bullets bouncing in the night
No warning no place to run or hide
Directly to her eye
Directly to her eye
20-year-old criminal
With no weapon of her choice
An eye for a voice
An eye for a voice
Besuited victim crying for his cage of tacky luxury
Material wreckage making the front page of every diary
"Hard lines to this poor girl it wasn't a place for a lady to be"
Turn off the telly sweetheart please look at me
Plastic bullets bouncing in the night
No warning no place to run or hide
Directly to her eye
Directly to her eye
20-year-old criminal
With no weapon of her choice
An eye for a voice
An eye for a voice
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