All my life I've been waiting for the day
Looking for angels in a cheap motel
Losers and winners, there's the saints and the sinners
And Jesus' working for the CIA
Who got the money, man?
Who got the upper hand?
Who got the keys to the Chevrolet?
All my life I've been waiting for the day
But it's all talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, yeah
When the stars go falling from the sky
When my time has come, I won't ask why
I've been a gunman, if I'm wrong
If I'm wrong, bury me with a gun
Bu-bu-bury me with a gun
All this while I've been looking for a sign
Changing the planets and the radio waves
And sinners and comic book and
The secret code to the pearly gates
I got my head checked
I got no regrets to my confessions in the grocery line
All this while I've been looking for a sign
But it's all talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, yeah
When the stars go falling from the sky
When my time has come, I won't ask why
I've been a gunman, if I'm wrong
If I'm wrong, bury me with a gun
Panic knows this face
Yeah, I know, yes I know
Like a holiday
Yeah, I know, yes I know
When the stars go falling from the sky
When my time has come, I won't ask why
I've been a gunman, if I'm wrong
If I'm wrong, bury me with a gun
Bu-bu-bury me with a gun
Artist: Billy Bang
Artist: Deborah Bonham
Artist: Noir Desir