Arto Hietala: The Gun


You save the word, it might be your last one
Don't make me grab on to my smoking gun
The first shot it barely missed
It turned to a soft and tender kiss
But these lines they don't make sense to you

And that's me with the guns aimed
They shoot to kill
Yeah that's me with the guns aimed
To put you in your place

The queen said her life is a pure hell
With pearls and diamonds hanging around her neck
But when she opens her mouth
There isn't much to write home about
And my lines are still not getting through

And that's me with the guns aimed
They shoot to kill
Yeah that's me with the guns aimed
They put you in your place

And that's me with the guns aimed
They shoot to kill
Yeah that's me with the guns aimed
To put you in your place
Ha!