Jean-Christophe Chamboredon - The Bullet lyrics

Well he opened up this shop at the age of nineteen Stealin' anything the eye could see Said gather 'round you people, anything you need I'll keep my name on your lips And put the word out on the street And I will ride 'til my fingers they are down to the bone Wander 'til I can't remember my own home Drink 'til I don't know the meaning of alone Until that bullet flies to carry me home 'Til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home 'Til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home Well he never ever smiled But he always seemed pleased Said I'll never live down upon my bended knees Said I see the game, and the game it sees me And we will dance until they bury me So I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns Screamin' all my enemies "You'll all have your turn" The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts The more I move on, the more I am sure That I will ride 'til my fingers they are down to the bone Wander 'til I can't remember my own home Drink 'til I don't know the meaning of alone Until that bullet flies to carry me home 'Til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home 'Til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home