Shooting pains in my chest Bullets popping in my breast There’s no need to get upset I ain’t dead yet! They often say its hard to face the truth My medications going through the roof Tags and jags and bitter pills asunder But they’re not gonna put me six feet under! Shooting pains in my chest Bullets popping in my breast There’s no need to get upset I ain’t dead yet! Now my body’s shaking like a leaf My breathing disappears just like a thief A doctors visit think I’ll try and duck it It isn’t time for me to kick the bucket! Shooting pains in my chest Bullets popping in my breast There’s no need to get upset I ain’t dead yet! Over in the corner looking fine Is a fancy coffin made of pine It sure does make a poorly person grin But I’m not ready yet for climbing in! Shooting pains in my chest Bullets popping in my breast There’s no need to get upset I ain’t dead yet! INSTRUMENTAL - Chorus My heart is racing, lungs are feeling sore The Grim Reaper’s knocking at my door He calls my name with such a gleeful shout Don’t ya know I ain’t coming out! Shooting pains in my chest Bullets popping in my breast There’s no need to get upset I ain’t dead yet! Temperature rising like a jet Breaking out in bloody sweat Gravestone casts a silhouette I ain’t dead yet!
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WHITE SMOKE – by Philip Hawkins [Verse 1] Can you feel it? It moves across the ground Can you hear it? It doesn’t make a sound [Pre-chorus] No one knows how it will make you feel It seems to have some strange appeal Can you tell me – is it even real? [Chorus] Tumbling down, before it tries to climb Rumbling round, its running out of time Bright cloak, coming from the past White smoke, it’s never gonna last Instrumental [Verse 2] Can you see it? It’s coming from the east Can you sense it? It moves just like a beast [Pre-chorus] Is it some kind of energy? Carrying a weight of mystery? Do you think, it will set us free? [Chorus] Tumbling down, before it tries to climb Rumbling round, its running out of time Bright cloak, coming from the past White smoke, it’s never gonna last
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