Shotgun Hell (Femme Fatale Remix) Lyrics

(Well, you have to pay the pied piper

Careful of his deceit)

(Run run, mother fucker

Cause he's punching your receipt)

(While your playing with the daisies

He swinging the dead man's bell

You'll need a way to cope

Cause he's sending you to hell)

If your gonna to take his life

You better keep it to yourself

You better move fast

Cause he's raising his sail

If you wanna get the jump

You better steady your aim

He has you in his sights

And he's thinking of the same

I'm running out of time

Running out of hope

If I'm going down

I'll have him in my scope

I've played this game and lost my bet

Now he's coming to collect his debt

Well, I may not be the Savior

But I got my gun

I'll blast him back to hell

Until the dead man's rung

I'll walk through the fire and cobbled stone

Until I'm leaving here on these hobbled bones

But in the mean time

I'll hit the seamline

I'll grab my box of shells

AND MAKE MY WAY

THROUGH THIS SHOTGUN HELL

Shotgun hell

Shotgun hell

Well, if your going to kick the bucket

Do it on your own time

Run, mother fucker,

cause he's coming from behind

While your trying to save yourself

The nights are growing colder

He's sitting right behind

Tapping on your shoulder

You've been around the dollar

But haven't seen your till

He's cashing out the drawer

Counting up your final bill

So if your gonna make a move

You better do it fast

He's got alot to go through

And saving you for last

I'm running out of time

Running out of hope

If I'm going down

I'll have him in my scope

I've played this game and lost my bet

Now he's coming to collect his debt

Well, I may not be the Savior

But I got my gun

I'll blast him back to hell

Until the dead man's rung

I'll walk through the fire and cobbled stone

Until I'm leaving here on these hobbled bones

But in the mean time

I'll hit the seamline

I'll grab my box of shells

AND MAKE MY WAY

THROUGH THIS SHOTGUN HELL

Shotgun hell

Shotgun hell

I'm fighting with what I can, to keep him at bay

But the devils come to visit, says he's gonna make me pay

I'll move heaven and the earth, and I might be a little late

But I can promise that I'm coming home on this judgement day

I've played this game and lost my bet

Now he's coming to collect his debt

Well, I may not be the Savior

But I got my gun

I'll blast him back to hell

Until the dead man's rung

I'll walk through the fire and cobbled stone

Until I'm leaving here on these hobbled bones

But in the mean time

I'll hit the seamline

I'll grab my box of shells

AND MAKE MY WAY

THROUGH THIS SHOTGUN HELL

Shotgun hell

Shotgun hell