Neon lights brighting in my eyes
I see a man with a silver gun
No sound the fun begins
I drew out my sharpened knife
At a bound to his back
With a trust through his neck
Well now the blood is on my hands
And now his body lies down
And the rain is going down my face
I don't wanna kill anymore
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, brighting in my eyes
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, sometimes it is fine
Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun!
City screams spitting in my ears
I run the streets sliding in the dark
No way I can stop the fight
(I'm) not just a witness in this lonely trial
Keep on running in this crazy game
Just paying my dues tryin' to escape
Well now the blood is on my hands
And now his body lies down
And the rain is going down my face
I don't wanna kill anymore
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, brighting in my eyes
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, sometimes it is fine
Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun!
Neon lights brighting in my eyes
I see a man with a silver gun
No sound the fun begins
I drew out my sharpened knife
At a bound to his back
With a trust through his neck
Well now the blood is on my hands
And now his body lies down
And the rain is going down my face
I don't wanna kill anymore
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, brighting in my eyes
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, sometimes it is fine
Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun!
Hot Gun Video (MV)
Performed By: Pete Wolf Gang
Language: English
Length: 4:48
Written by: Pier-Luigi Buttà, Stefano Sciascia
Pete Wolf Gang - Hot Gun Lyrics
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English
Neon lights brighting in my eyes
I see a man with a silver gun
No sound the fun begins
I drew out my sharpened knife
At a bound to his back
With a trust through his neck
Well now the blood is on my hands
And now his body lies down
And the rain is going down my face
I don't wanna kill anymore
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, brighting in my eyes
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, sometimes it is fine
Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun!
City screams spitting in my ears
I run the streets sliding in the dark
No way I can stop the fight
(I'm) not just a witness in this lonely trial
Keep on running in this crazy game
Just paying my dues tryin' to escape
Well now the blood is on my hands
And now his body lies down
And the rain is going down my face
I don't wanna kill anymore
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, brighting in my eyes
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, sometimes it is fine
Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun!
Neon lights brighting in my eyes
I see a man with a silver gun
No sound the fun begins
I drew out my sharpened knife
At a bound to his back
With a trust through his neck
Well now the blood is on my hands
And now his body lies down
And the rain is going down my face
I don't wanna kill anymore
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, brighting in my eyes
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, sometimes it is fine
Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun!
I see a man with a silver gun
No sound the fun begins
I drew out my sharpened knife
At a bound to his back
With a trust through his neck
Well now the blood is on my hands
And now his body lies down
And the rain is going down my face
I don't wanna kill anymore
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, brighting in my eyes
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, sometimes it is fine
Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun!
City screams spitting in my ears
I run the streets sliding in the dark
No way I can stop the fight
(I'm) not just a witness in this lonely trial
Keep on running in this crazy game
Just paying my dues tryin' to escape
Well now the blood is on my hands
And now his body lies down
And the rain is going down my face
I don't wanna kill anymore
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, brighting in my eyes
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, sometimes it is fine
Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun!
Neon lights brighting in my eyes
I see a man with a silver gun
No sound the fun begins
I drew out my sharpened knife
At a bound to his back
With a trust through his neck
Well now the blood is on my hands
And now his body lies down
And the rain is going down my face
I don't wanna kill anymore
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, brighting in my eyes
Hot Gun, brighting in my hands
Hot Gun, sometimes it is fine
Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun! Hot Gun!
Writer: Pier-Luigi Buttà, Stefano Sciascia
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid