Bullet Theory

Funeral For A Friend

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



It's over, it's only over

It's only over when we say



The smoke and mirrors

The lies that wind your tongue

Is this oppression what we needed?

As we function on impatience

And our patience is wearing thin

And live a lie that will destroy us all



Back and to the left come on

And shoot motherfucker



You like this baby?

You want to dance a little longer?