Powder Burns
I got powder burns
I got powder burns
up and down my arms
up and down my arms
cause I got a loaded gun
and I shoot, shoot, shoot
I’m gonna take a powder
gonna take a powder (kill all the hours)
fill it up with lead and black powder
I’m gonna pull the trigger
and shoot, shoot, shoot
I got powder burns
I got powder burns
up and down my arms
up and down my arms
I got a shooting gallery
I got a shooting range
I got shooting pains
I got a gang
Yeah, I got a gang
we got powder burns
all up and down our arms
cause we all got guns
and we shoot, shoot, shoot
to kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
each shot could be my last
I wait to die after each blast
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