Rifle - Turning
The bottom falls outThe plot sickens
Death be not proud
This is easy pick'ns
Can't save everyone
Shouldn't even try
Some folks are born to lose
But everyone's born to die
You're broken, you're burning
You're spinning, you're turning
On a wheel, on a wheel, on a Catherine Wheel
Find yourself some shelter
A warm place to sleep
If you have to sell your soul
Don't let it go cheap
Can't save everyone
Shouldn't even try
Some folks are born to lose
But everyone's born to die
You're broken, you're burning
You're spinning, you're turning
On a wheel, on a wheel, on a Catherine Wheel
There's blood in the water
There's blood on the sheets
The world don't owe you a living
But you still gotta eat
Can't save everyone
Break your heart if you try
Some folks are born to lose
Fuckin' everyone's born to die
You're broken, you're burning
You're spinning, you're turning
On a wheel, on a wheel, on a Catherine Wheel
Written by:
Sean Tyler
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