Lyrics

Nickel-Plated Gun

I used to feel the heat from the light and the crowd
To the lane started melting my head
Now I sit back in the bar watch the other stars
As they fill their soul with rock and roll one night beds

Black shirts, white ties, platinum drums, little white lines,
Marshall stacks, platinum blondes
Little man shining his nickel-plated gun

Your just the man of the moment when you leave some will grieve
Till your clones arrive, then your nails will grow as your nose will snow
As you lose your fucking mind

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