Hot One - Pistol-Whip Me текст песни

Born, the second son
of old mad King George

No, not riche nouveau
Born of champagne toasts
and ghost of noble inbreeders

Killers queens and murder marquise
On unbended knee
We beg to differ with thee.
We wanna topple your throne.
So break out the riot gear cuz I don't wanna bleed alone!

(Chorus)
Oh Yeah
All Right
Come On
Pistol Whip Me!
Come On
Come On
Pistol Whip Me!

Boy you got that truncheon
Of the mighty Jesus-joy.


Lord, at a black-tie function
I'm hoping for an open shot.

Adored by no-one
Oh what a little man will do
Hoping daddy might see
We gotta disagree.
We wanna rattle your bones.
Oh baby best call your boys cuz I don't wanna go alone!

(Chorus)
Oh Yeah
All Right
Come On
Pistol Whip Me!
Come On
Come On
Pistol Whip Me!

This one's for your mom.

Barbara!

Pistol Whip Me!
Pistol Whip Me!
Pistol Whip Me!