| Song | Three Fingers |
| Artist | Rival Sons |
| Album | Head Down |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'm in the air gliding over the water | |
| Feet tucked under my tail | |
| Wings pulled back | |
| Body like a spear | |
| This time | |
| I'm coming back whith a whale | |
| I'd better take a deep breath | |
| It's never easy | |
| We are the bullets | |
| Breast to grave | |
| I'm on my feet and | |
| I'm running the plaza | |
| Matador is holding the red | |
| I've got the horns | |
| I've got the speed | |
| This motherfucker's going home dead | |
| Three fingers on the rocks | |
| It's never easy | |
| But you'd better be brave | |
| We are the bullets | |
| Breast to grave |