| Song | Shoot! |
| Artist | Can't Swim |
| Album | Foreign Language |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mike Sanchez/Danny Rico/Charles Anthony Caruso/Chris LoPorto/Michael Sichel/Greg McDevitt | |
| 作曲 : Mike Sanchez/Danny Rico/Charles Anthony Caruso/Chris LoPorto/Michael Sichel/Greg McDevitt | |
| coming home | |
| working late | |
| driving tired | |
| asked me where I was going then said I was lying | |
| what could I do? | |
| from the big bad boys in blue | |
| pulled me real close and then told me | |
| put your hands up | |
| high in the air | |
| or we'll shoot | |
| you right in ya head | |
| don't speak | |
| not a sound | |
| you'll be | |
| dead in the ground | |
| on the hood | |
| face smashed up like a rat | |
| called for backup, who knows when he'll attack | |
| one word, threw me right to the floor | |
| he said, Don't make me tell you again boy | |
| you're all a bunch of murderers |
| zuo ci : Mike Sanchez Danny Rico Charles Anthony Caruso Chris LoPorto Michael Sichel Greg McDevitt | |
| zuo qu : Mike Sanchez Danny Rico Charles Anthony Caruso Chris LoPorto Michael Sichel Greg McDevitt | |
| coming home | |
| working late | |
| driving tired | |
| asked me where I was going then said I was lying | |
| what could I do? | |
| from the big bad boys in blue | |
| pulled me real close and then told me | |
| put your hands up | |
| high in the air | |
| or we' ll shoot | |
| you right in ya head | |
| don' t speak | |
| not a sound | |
| you' ll be | |
| dead in the ground | |
| on the hood | |
| face smashed up like a rat | |
| called for backup, who knows when he' ll attack | |
| one word, threw me right to the floor | |
| he said, Don' t make me tell you again boy | |
| you' re all a bunch of murderers |
| zuò cí : Mike Sanchez Danny Rico Charles Anthony Caruso Chris LoPorto Michael Sichel Greg McDevitt | |
| zuò qǔ : Mike Sanchez Danny Rico Charles Anthony Caruso Chris LoPorto Michael Sichel Greg McDevitt | |
| coming home | |
| working late | |
| driving tired | |
| asked me where I was going then said I was lying | |
| what could I do? | |
| from the big bad boys in blue | |
| pulled me real close and then told me | |
| put your hands up | |
| high in the air | |
| or we' ll shoot | |
| you right in ya head | |
| don' t speak | |
| not a sound | |
| you' ll be | |
| dead in the ground | |
| on the hood | |
| face smashed up like a rat | |
| called for backup, who knows when he' ll attack | |
| one word, threw me right to the floor | |
| he said, Don' t make me tell you again boy | |
| you' re all a bunch of murderers |