Woorden: The Donnas. Gold Medal. Revolver.

Half cocked and fully loaded
Not even trying to sugar coat it
You're aimed to me but you're shootin' blanks
And it doesn'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 your mouth
And one foot in the grave
You were diggin' a hole
And now you're diggin' a cave

But it's not gonna be
So funny anymore
By the time you wake up
Sobered up and sore

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

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

You've got one foot in your mouth
And one foot in the grave
You were diggin' a hole
And now you're diggin' a cave

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

Revolver