Blood And Bullets (Pissin' Against The Wind)

Long ago and far away

Out on the endless road

Town to town and day after day

Talking about and overload.

Know we had a job to do

Had no time to play

Like a freight train passing through

Coast to coast a runaway.

Blood and bullets

All right, all right, all right

Blood and bullets

Yeash

We spit blood and bullets

All day and all the night

Blood and bullets

We we're passing against the wind.

Long the way we saw a lot of pain

Saw some spirits broke

Had some hard times, lots of rain

Under pressure never choked.

Down'n'dirty rough'n'tough

Never pulled a punch

Wouldn't say enought's enough

What a fucking nasty cunt.