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Six Shooter

from Black by Ripcordz

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Pass me a bottle and pour me a beer
A black flag of courage, a sip of pure fear
Sentences submerge each time she comes near
I’m sentenced to silence for 1,000 years

A shot for my old friends, a shot for the new
A shot for some stranger, a shot for the crew
A shot for the pit punks and one for the blues
I’m all out of ammo when I come to you

Band plays a lullaby, bar is my bed
Visions of Chucky still dance in my head
I’m drinking it all, Absolut through to zed
I hear my voice echo — did I call her Fred?

An angel with alcohol perched on stilettoes
A devil, a danger that steals all that I knows
She smiles and suddenly lost all my clothes
And she’s gone.
What have I done?

I get up, I throw up, I lose my lookout
I stagger back slowly and shout at the lout
Satan awakens and tosses me out
Be back at the Bovine by Friday no doubt

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from Black, released July 2, 2010

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Ripcordz Montreal, Québec

Formed in 1980 and been playing ever since. Proud Punks from Montreal. We've played more than 2,500 shows and put out 18 albums. But we're not living in the past. Our new stuff is our best stuff.

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