Gunsmoke
Intoxicated, they love to see them guns go bang. Bang, bang,
another one has been shot down. Bang, bang, the guns of war
has shot you down.
The streets has filled my eye's with gunsmoke, the sense of the
wise try to run and hide and flee from this crazy life. Escape it all,
escape the madness in the world.
Run and hide, they try, snipers always gun them down.
Bang, bang, gunsmoke clears the crowd.
The weapon of an ak-47 empty out the shells as the shots goes off,
another one down.The power of a semi-automatic left blood on the
streets of our communities, there's no peace or smiles in this land to be.
Bang, bang, shots fired, another one down.
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