B.R.M.C. (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) - Rifles lyrics

Rifles

I see the rifles coming over the hill

And if you shout maybe they stop and won't kill

But if you think like me

You'll be as dead as he

I see the lion crawling over your bed

And if you stay he'll make you walk in your bed

To what you're gonna be

It never lets you be

I see the colour in your eyes

I see the images I own

I see more colour in your eyes

Than the reflections from purple skies

I won't let you take him away

And I won't give to you the fires of hate

So I will never see

What you've done to me

I see the colour in your eyes

I see the images I own

I see more colour in your eyes

Than the reflections from purple skies

Now

You come alive

With the world at your side

Now

You come alive

With the world at your side

I see the rifles coming over the hill

And if you shout maybe they stop and won't kill

But if you think like me

You'll be as dead as he

Some day

I see the colour in your eyes

I see the images I own

I see more colour in your eyes

Than the reflections from purple skies

Now

You come alive

With the world at your side

Now

You come alive

With the world at your side