Текст песни Sixshooter

Lost my mind on a bungyjump on LSD

And in downtown Chicago demons haunted me

Almost drank myself to death in Malaysia

And in a Paris cafe one demon dressed like a geisha

And in Rochester my best friend started to fall

But a demon doctor gave him pills for it all

We were praying to God to forget and forgive

But a candyman spread stardust over Tel-Aviv

Sixshooter , sixshooter

Don't spend it all on me

And the scythemen demons were wearing black capes

Appearing everytime I tried to escape

They were eating raw meat from silver plates

And stomping their feet to the roaring V8

A demon sixshooter in a six-geared car

On the 38th floor in a rotating bar

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And a roulette hooker in a stolen Lamborghini

Don't spend it all on me

And the demon's fire burned a crooked spoon

In a plastic, fantastic oxygen cocoon

On a pharao trip as Egypt kings

Rotten, embalmed before the fat lady sings

And a red sun rose over a pay clinic

And I would eat more often than three times a week

The healing and soothing myrrh I'll apply

Fight the demons to hell until I fucking die

And the demon smiled as the circle spinned

And in my whisky sour the devil grinned

I was rolling another hundred dollar bill

And cleaning my nose for the ultimate thrill

Sixshooter , sixshooter

Don't spend it all on me