Text: Funeral For A Friend. Bullet Theory.

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 mirror
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 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 motherfucker

You like this baby
You like this baby
You like this baby
Well just dance a little longer

Shot

It's over
It's only over
It's only over when we say

It's over Who shot the bullet
It's only over And pull the trigger
It's only over when we say