(Gene Simmons) [Verse] Born in the ashes of ruin at the birth of your kind In the dawn of creation you conjured me in your mind Love thy neighbor as
The world is coming down on me And I can't find a reason to be loved I never wanna leave you But I can't make you bleed if I'm alone You put your arms
[first joke] - Hey Hefe - What? - What do you call a guy who hangs out with musicians? - Uh... you? [second joke] - Hey Fat Mike, what's a Jewish
American hunter, bring ?em up the north side Guns, guns, guns Run, take the money, here?s a bullet for your boyfriend Guns, guns, guns Eagle all gone
So many times you told me that you loved me And just as many times I found that it?s not true So if you had your fun and you still need someone Come on
These arms of mine, long to hold you again Like they did long ago The winds of time, if left untamed Can chill the flame and kill its love But this
A young cowboy named Billy Joe Grew restless on the farm A boy filled with wonderlust Who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots
Can you feel the manmade mist As it starts to twist your lungs? Slower than guns Breathe deep As you enter sleep Fell secure it's all around you Can
Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo Oh, a shot rings out another Mother's child is fallen Never will her life be the same The streets are filled with anger and
I started out with a .410, then moved to a .20 gauge. Every squirrel and rabbit in Dallas county knew my name. I sat on the stand with PawPaw from the
We made a plan that was subject to change So whatever was it works out we both get the blame In the arms of this low And you took the wind right out of
They play divine as immortal sons Pulling triggers and then they switch and run As long as you have nothing to add They run the show How! Can you get
I read a brand new paper About a man who had a thousand guns Lived in the Southern States Ran away from everyone He felt it wasn't safe Even in the Southern
Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store He bought it with the money he got from his chores He robbed a candy shop, told her, ?Lay down on the
Hallelujah, we can finally hear It's a miracle we feel anything at all Things we planted on the worst days of the year Grew to fingers that rip at the
Well, the power of the bullet is fascinating They're polishing the luga facsimiles The little kids grow up imitating Cowboys shoot Indians before puberty
Weapons, weapons, weapons M-16's, and 45's they help your country stay alive They got the guns but we got the trigger That gun of mine make me feel
These arms of mine they are lonely Lonely and feeling blue, these arms of mine They are yearning, yearning from wanting you And if you would let them