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 (x2)

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 wanted or what we needed?

As we function on impatience

And our patience is wearing thin

And you live a lie that will destroy us all

Back and to the left

Back and to the left

Back and to the left

Come on and shoot motherfucker!

You like this baby?

You like this baby?

You like this baby?

Well just dance a bit longer