Rifles Lyrics by B.R.M.C. (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club)

Rifles
I see the rifles coming over the hill
And if you shout maybe they stop and won't kill
But if you think like me
You'll be as dead as he
I see the lion crawling over your bed
And if you stay he'll make you walk in your bed
To what you're gonna be
It never lets you be
I see the colour in your eyes
I see the images I own
I see