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