Watching a sequence of sounds,
Coming out of your mouth,
But this noise is too loud.
Follow the hands as they move,
Try to make out your mood,
But my brain doesn't want to.
High, through the door,
Silent call for you, ooh.
What have I done to you?
Kill and run, kill and run,
I'm one of the dirty guns.
Kill and run, kill and run,
A bullet through your heart.
Interpret the eyes as they dart,
Should I cry? Should I laugh?
Your poor lashes blow.
Victim of sensory love,
You cry, I'll win the war,
An innocent call.
High, through the door,
Silent call for you, ooh.
What have I done to you?
Kill and run, kill and rum,
I'm one of the dirty guns.
Kill and run, kill and run,
A bullet through your heart.
Kill and run, kill and run,
I'm one of the dirty guns.
Kill and run, kill and run,
A bullet through your heart.