Letras
You keep shooting elephants
In the backyard of your friends
What a cool thing to do
Soon you'll have to realize
Every bullet
Has it's price
Even if you got it all
Forever on the run with your
Suitcase by the bed I guess
That's just what you get
Open the paper one day
On your doorstep you'll be
Looking at your face
And the devil wears a smile
While he takes you on a ride
What a nice way to go
Soon you'll tell your
Final joke
At a diner selling coke
I'm afraid you've lost it all
Forever on the run with your
Suitcase by the bed I guess
That's just what you get
Open the paper one day
On your doorstep you'll be
Looking at your face
Forever on the run with your
Suitcase by the bed I guess
That's just what you get
Open the paper one day
On your doorstep you'll be
Looking at your face