Letra da Música Hit Yourself de Laidback Bullets

Put 1,2,3,4,5,6 bullets in your gun
( And i just need to put one)
while you are thinking about what to do
My work is done
(and it´s clear to anyone)


Just making noise and light you shoot everywhere
I don't lose my fucking time I just hit right in the head

Sunday morning you will go to church
And I will be coming back home

'Cause last saturday night I was living my life
And you were leaving your life behind
For them who don't Don't care about you

Can't you see you´re a target of your guns
( And you´re a target of my gun )
Lose your mind but keep your head stand up
( and i say fuck to anyone )
All that you can do is just use a gun like that,
Try to hit me and you will just hit yourself, you bet

Sunday morning you will go to church
And I will be coming back home

'Cause last saturday night I was living my life
And you were leaving your life behind
For them who don't Don't care about you