These Guns Are Made for Shootin' Songtext
von The Last Ten Seconds of Life

This bullet will burn a hole through the heavens
Straight from my barrel, light up the sky
I will shoot your paradise down to the ground (down to the ground)
This bullet will win the war that has echoed on since the first footsteps of time
I will shoot your paradise down to the ground (Shoot it down)

Divine reward, gift wrapped in thorns, drop it
Blood starts to run from the cuts, now you′ll never stop it
Load up your gun for some fun, it's time to cock it
Lean in and aim and light up the sky
Your paradise stands no chance

This bullet will burn a hole
Kill and take control


Immortality teases me
Self immolation fantasy
Swirls and kicks in my belly
Up through my head, rushing to every limb
It sends me to another dimension
Tripping out beyond time and beyond the clouds
Fucked up, strung out and chained down
I will shoot paradise to the ground

Take the world with me, I will (Take the world with me, I will)
Take the world with me, I will
I will, ′cause I hate heaven hanging over my head
I hate heaven hanging over my head
I hate heaven hanging over my head
I'll shoot it down
Bring it down

This bullet will burn a hole through the heavens
Straight from my barrel, light up the sky
I will shoot your paradise down to the ground

This bullet will burn a hole
Kill and take control
This bullet will burn a hole
Kill and take control