John Garcia - All These Walls

Текст песни

Looking down through the barrel of my gun
Not the first time for me to see
Stare down through the barrel of this gun
The west coast the east coast freight train
Pull me up through the barrel of my gun
Not the next time for me to see
Staring down through the barrel of this gun
It’s the west coast the east coast freight train
And all these walls form these mountains
And in my head there’s no more time
Wheels spinning on the asphalt of this ground
.38 is for you to see
wheels never stop turning in my head
It’s the west coast the east coast freight train
My wheels burning on the asphalt of your ground
.45 again for you to see
wheels never stop turning on my ground
It’s the west coast its the east coast freight train
And all these walls form these mountains
And in my head there was no more pain
Your body was blue is what your friend’s said
I never meant to hurt you it’s true
(Gracias a David por esta letra)