Bandoliers - Them Crooked Vultures

Oh, it’s too late

I got hit by the closing door

And as I watch myself reflect

On the wrong side of My you’ve changed

You turned a corner I’ll never go I admit I feel a bit deceived

You’re expecting I’d follow

Bandoliers

To fight me dear

Nobody caused the rift

We’ve just grown apart now

So prepare, and take aim

And fire

Prepare, and take aim

And fire… on me If that’s the way it has to be

I’m fooling myself

Fooling myself into believing you

All these fictionary tales

You’re telling yourself

Selfish

Like a child that’s never heard a no

I watch this everchanging you

Never find us Bandoliers

To fight you dear

Nobody caused the rift

Can’t become what I’m not

You’ve always had my heart

So if it must be broken

Prepare, and take aim

And fire

Prepare, and take aim

And fire

Prepare, and take aim

And fire

Prepare, and take aim

And fire

Fire away

If you must, but I only came

Just to let you know

This is goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye

Prepare, and take aim

And fire

Prepare, and take aim

And fire

Know that no one can make me fire

No one can make me fire