Lyrics:
Are we getting close?Come feel my feverYou've a right to knowI'm the one that feeds ya'There is just one thing that I could never do:Write a melody that isn't inspired by youYou've got your message and I've got mineWe'll see who delivers it rightYour shooting rifles, I'll pull the blindI could be slayedI've got bills to payBut I can't pay themI've got girls to layBut I can't lay themThere is just one thing that I could never do:Write a melody that isn't inspired by youYou've got your message and I've got mineWe'll see who delivers it rightYour shooting rifles, I'll pull the blindI could be slayedYou've got your message and I've got mineWe'll see who delivers it rightYour shooting rifles, I'll pull the blindI could be slayed