Bullet (Live)

This is song call' bullet I'm just a cool handed fool gonna ride it out with the sun Now I'm to crawl through the fold and the curls of the human mind 'Cause I'm in a world of marching soldiers and who am I Bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away With three little colors, lying in the gutter They're lying in the heart They're still aching from a dream Bu' the feel of a bullet cold until it finds the hole, hey I'm just a cool handed fool gonna ride it out with the sun Now I'm to crawl through the fold and the curls of the human mind An' I'm in a world of marching soldiers and who am I The bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away 'Cause I'm 'Cause I'm in a world of marching soldiers and who am I The bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away