A Quema Ropa
Bunbury
At Point-Blank Range
Let's not walk point-blank anymore
that doesn't suit us, we look bad
our cup has overflowed
with so much irrational fury.
Bullets prayed iron poison
deaths from unnatural causes
horror stories, I condemn them
and so, no way to the Nobel Peace Prize.
CHORUS:
No more, no more of pulling that trigger
no more, no more stop shooting
where does so much cold blood come from
always tempted by the beyond.
Not so much lead, gentlemen
let's not have another funeral
how many of us will remain whole
stop or shoot, I say no more.
CHORUS
No more, no more... x 2
Cold blood no, brave yes. x 2
No more, no more stop shooting.
