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Bullet
A kick ass rock song about an ex-girlfriend you can't stand anymore and getting out.
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The Jet City Fix
Don't Look At Me Don't Touch Me Music (ASCAP)
Play To Kill
Fri Jan 09, 2004
Rock : Guitar Rock
Don't Look At Me Don't Touch Me Music (ASCAP)
Play To Kill
Fri Jan 09, 2004
Rock : Guitar Rock
Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 581 (192,086 songs currently listed in Rock)
» highest in sub-genre: # 77 (19,850 songs currently listed in Rock > Guitar Rock)
» highest in sub-genre: # 77 (19,850 songs currently listed in Rock > Guitar Rock)
About the song
This is a song about an ex-girlfriend who you absolutely can't stand. It was actually written about a particular ex of a member of the band but she doesn't know that.
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BULLET
I'm getting fed up with the way that your making me feel
Sending mixed signals with emotion cold like steel
You send me packin' with a ticket on this train of pain
It's taking every single drop of strength not to go insane
I guess I'm leaving on the worst possible terms
Washing my heart of all your horrible germs
I thought a girl like you would be what I need
Swallowed the sour grape, but I'm spitting back the seeds
I need you like a bullet to the back of the brain
I need you like a summer of pouring rain
I need you like the desert needs more sun
I need you, I need you
Now I'm out of your messed up twisted world
Set back down from being tossed up thrown down and twirled
I thought a girl like you would be the best for me
Swallowed the sour grape but now I'm spitting back the seeds
I need you like a bullet to the back of the brain
I need you like a summer of pouring rain
I need you like the desert needs more sun
I need you, I need you
I'm getting fed up with the way that your making me feel
Sending mixed signals with emotion cold like steel
You send me packin' with a ticket on this train of pain
It's taking every single drop of strength not to go insane
I guess I'm leaving on the worst possible terms
Washing my heart of all your horrible germs
I thought a girl like you would be what I need
Swallowed the sour grape, but I'm spitting back the seeds
I need you like a bullet to the back of the brain
I need you like a summer of pouring rain
I need you like the desert needs more sun
I need you, I need you
Now I'm out of your messed up twisted world
Set back down from being tossed up thrown down and twirled
I thought a girl like you would be the best for me
Swallowed the sour grape but now I'm spitting back the seeds
I need you like a bullet to the back of the brain
I need you like a summer of pouring rain
I need you like the desert needs more sun
I need you, I need you
