Man at the crossroads with a voice of anticipation
He's playing Elmore James and reciting Lamentations
I am one
I am two
To whom the stroke was due
Up here in this tower for forty eight hours
Without food or drink or water
Maybe I oughta
Try to remind yourself
Tell yourself it doesn't really matter
Why are my lips so blue?
My pulse ever getting shallow
Didn't hurt?
Whatever do you mean?
Didn't feel a thing
I know I can hear it, if the truth be told
Step right up and pop this trip-wire soul
My bolt action
My dissatisfaction
Vigilantes Of Love - Bolt Action Lyrics
Vigilantes Of Love - Bolt Action Lyrics
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Man at the crossroads with a voice of anticipation
He's playing Elmore James and reciting Lamentations
I am one
I am two
To whom the stroke was due
Up here in this tower for forty eight hours
Without food or drink or water
Maybe I oughta
Try to remind yourself
Tell yourself it doesn't really matter
Why are my lips so blue?
My pulse ever getting shallow
Didn't hurt?
Whatever do you mean?
Didn't feel a thing
I know I can hear it, if the truth be told
Step right up and pop this trip-wire soul
My bolt action
My dissatisfaction
He's playing Elmore James and reciting Lamentations
I am one
I am two
To whom the stroke was due
Up here in this tower for forty eight hours
Without food or drink or water
Maybe I oughta
Try to remind yourself
Tell yourself it doesn't really matter
Why are my lips so blue?
My pulse ever getting shallow
Didn't hurt?
Whatever do you mean?
Didn't feel a thing
I know I can hear it, if the truth be told
Step right up and pop this trip-wire soul
My bolt action
My dissatisfaction
Writer: BILL MALLONEE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group