Patrick Park - Sons Of Guns lyrics

Hopeless sons of guns, and tired city wives. Will get used to the abuse when the devil tans their hides. Our thin skinned angels have permanent blinders on their eyes. They can And they can That angry fool wind Is going to blow again, So hang on with all your might. That hard stabbing pain, Will always feel the same, There Hopeless sons of guns, and tired city wives. Will get used to the abuse when the devil tans their hides. Our thin skinned angels have permanent blinders on their eyes. They can And they can That angry fool wind Is going to blow again, So hang on with all your might. That hard stabbing pain, Will always feel the same, There