Текст песни Blood on My Shirt

Well, I don't know how I ever got here
Leanin' against this wall
A blindfold stretched from ear to ear
as I hear her yell out the call,

"Boys steady your rifles high,
and use a steady eye.
Put that bullet right through his heart
Let his soul watch him die."

And if the whiskey don't kill me,
I bet that my heart did.

A series of bangs and a lot of smoke
left me lying in the dirt.
Booze on my breath and blood on my shirt
but for some reason it didn't hurt.

I knew right then that they had mmissed,Band Of Annuals - Blood on My Shirt - http://ru.motolyrics.com/band-of-annuals/blood-on-my-shirt-lyrics.html
but they shot me in the chest.
Had no conclusions, no not one guess
for the marksmen were the best.

If the whiskey don't kill me,
I bet that my heart did.

Then they left me thinking that I had died,
Lying there on my side.
Giving your heart - it is suicide,
But this time, it kept me alive.

So she stole my heart and rode away.
That's how the story goes.
She still has it to this day,
But I still don't think she knows.

And if the whiskey don't kill me,
I bet that my heart did.