Bullet

I'm just a cool handed fool gonna ride it out with the sun Now I'm to crawl through the fold and the curls of the human mind 'cause I'm in a world of marching soldiers and who am I? Bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away With three little colours lying in the gutter They're lying in the heart They're still aching from my dream But the feel of a Bullet cold until it finds the hole. I'm just a cool handed fool gonna ride it out with the sun Now I'm to crawl through the fold and the curls of the human mind Now I'm in a world of marching soldiers and who am I? Bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away 'cause I'm in a world of marching soldiers and who am I? Bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away