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Rifle Range
I was all alone with the scent of a bone
And my heart was stuck in this emptiness zone
I had not a care though I wanted to hear
The voice of a maiden, who was playing down there
At the rifle range, I lost my heart
At the rifle range, I could not start
At the rifle range, she left me so hot
At the rifle range
Like a victim of truce I was strung on a noose
Cracking at the news of a prey let loose
I turned around to stare, at the face she would wear
And I ran through the gallows her heart was down there
At the rifle range, I lost my heart
At the rifle range, I could not start
At the rifle range, I heard a shot
At the rifle range
If I lose my head we'll be certainly dead
With visions of acid how I wish they bled
The drummings of fear, cause they're getting so near
And I think of a lion who was devoured down there
Yeah, yeah, yeah At the rifle range, I lost my heart
At the rifle range, I could not start
At the rifle range, I heard a shot
At the rifle range, she left me so hot
At the rifle range, bang, bang
At the rifle range, bang, bang
At the rifle range, bang, bang