Lyrics
are very hard to write.... p [. . .] Mi-ne. Just a nail through the bar-rel
n Not the first time when they don't see Stared down through the bar-rel of this gun The west coast! The east coast
train Pull me up through the bar-rel of my gun Not the third time as they don't see Stared down thro
bar-rel of that gun The west coast! The east coast freight train, T And all these walls, all these moun-tains
l these minds are filled with pain.? | [. . .] Mi-i-i-i-i....... Wheels spin-ning on the e-cho
