Teksty: Donnas. Gold Medal. Revolver.

Half cocked and fully loaded
Not even trying to sugar coat it
You're aimed at me
but you're shootin' blanks
And it dosen't hurt thanks but no thanks

But it's a matter of time
Till you get yours, and I get mine
It might not be me
But you're gonna answer to
somebody Revolver

You've got one foot in you're mouth,
and one foot in the grave
You were diggin' a hole,
and know you're diggin' a cave

It's not that funny anymore
By the time you wake up
sobered up and sore

I left my comebacks at the door
I didn't know what I was in for
You're deper than you've
ever been before