Billy The Kid Lyrics
| Song | Billy The Kid |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Mellow Candle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [ar:Mr. J Medeiros] | |
| [ti:Billy The Kid] | |
| [00:25.53] | When he was young he use to play with toy guns |
| [00:28.30] | He’d say it was for fun but really it was the feel of it |
| [00:31.07] | He acted silly but Billy loved the appeal of it |
| [00:32.68] | Though its just plastic his roles got drastic |
| [00:34.14] | Sound effects would blow he’d black mask it |
| [00:38.22] | Around his neck would glow that classic Rambo medallion |
| [00:40.09] | He use to dream of Lambo’s, Italian Mafioso, Commando, battalions |
| [00:44.37] | He would lead them through the dark of winter |
| [00:49.00] | He would leave them when his mom had started dinner |
| [00:51.77] | At the table with his bleeding elbows |
| [00:53.18] | Even when eating he needed his G.I. Joe’s |
| [00:56.56] | By his side guarding his pride |
| [00:58.72] | A soldier or a poet it got harder to decide |
| [01:02.34] | The fun ends as the evening unravels |
| [01:04.78] | A young mans ego so fragile |
| [01:26.98] | A now he’s hitting his teens still drifting in between |
| [01:29.95] | Wanting to be a writer wanting to be a fighter |
| [01:32.37] | He’s starting to wonder which was mightier |
| [01:34.94] | And found one |
| [01:36.86] | The difference between Martin and Malcolm |
| [01:38.82] | He couldn’t see it in the outcome |
| [01:40.64] | They didn't live to see it |
| [01:42.15] | Now how come |
| [01:43.11] | Was the thought he saw the ones who fought |
| [01:45.12] | He saw the ones who got caught in their cross fire |
| [01:48.14] | His boss fired him and the cause |
| [01:50.46] | He was reading Che Guevara instead of him parking cars |
| [01:53.28] | Who writes the laws who enforces them |
| [01:54.79] | Born to win, born to loose, born again |
| [01:58.51] | Mortal men with an ego so fragile |
| [02:00.93] | Reading as the meaning unravels |
| [02:02.94] | Was it a bullet to the head or the words to the brain |
| [02:06.70] | That brought about more change |
| [02:49.43] | It’s been a long time since the toy guns and the acting bigger |
| [02:52.60] | Active trigger now he a real action figure |
| [02:54.92] | The military made it harder to decide |
| [02:57.08] | A soldier and a poet now the poet guards his pride |
| [02:59.55] | You see his views we see them on the evening news |
| [03:02.62] | We read the words found hidden in his B.D.U.’s |
| [03:05.40] | We loose sight with an eye for an eye |
| [03:07.36] | Were the last words written on the night that he died |
| [03:10.83] | In a book they gave to his son the day he turned 21 |
| [03:14.61] | The day he learned of young men who have come to an end |
| [03:17.93] | Of his father who held his gun but held harder to his pen |
| [03:20.50] | A martyr born again every time his book was opened |
| [03:22.42] | And the mind that provoked it |
| [03:25.29] | Was it the words from his hands or the bullet from a gun |
| [03:28.72] | That kept a man alive for his son |
| ar: Mr. J Medeiros | |
| ti: Billy The Kid | |
| [00:25.53] | When he was young he use to play with toy guns |
| [00:28.30] | He' d say it was for fun but really it was the feel of it |
| [00:31.07] | He acted silly but Billy loved the appeal of it |
| [00:32.68] | Though its just plastic his roles got drastic |
| [00:34.14] | Sound effects would blow he' d black mask it |
| [00:38.22] | Around his neck would glow that classic Rambo medallion |
| [00:40.09] | He use to dream of Lambo' s, Italian Mafioso, Commando, battalions |
| [00:44.37] | He would lead them through the dark of winter |
| [00:49.00] | He would leave them when his mom had started dinner |
| [00:51.77] | At the table with his bleeding elbows |
| [00:53.18] | Even when eating he needed his G. I. Joe' s |
| [00:56.56] | By his side guarding his pride |
| [00:58.72] | A soldier or a poet it got harder to decide |
| [01:02.34] | The fun ends as the evening unravels |
| [01:04.78] | A young mans ego so fragile |
| [01:26.98] | A now he' s hitting his teens still drifting in between |
| [01:29.95] | Wanting to be a writer wanting to be a fighter |
| [01:32.37] | He' s starting to wonder which was mightier |
| [01:34.94] | And found one |
| [01:36.86] | The difference between Martin and Malcolm |
| [01:38.82] | He couldn' t see it in the outcome |
| [01:40.64] | They didn' t live to see it |
| [01:42.15] | Now how come |
| [01:43.11] | Was the thought he saw the ones who fought |
| [01:45.12] | He saw the ones who got caught in their cross fire |
| [01:48.14] | His boss fired him and the cause |
| [01:50.46] | He was reading Che Guevara instead of him parking cars |
| [01:53.28] | Who writes the laws who enforces them |
| [01:54.79] | Born to win, born to loose, born again |
| [01:58.51] | Mortal men with an ego so fragile |
| [02:00.93] | Reading as the meaning unravels |
| [02:02.94] | Was it a bullet to the head or the words to the brain |
| [02:06.70] | That brought about more change |
| [02:49.43] | It' s been a long time since the toy guns and the acting bigger |
| [02:52.60] | Active trigger now he a real action figure |
| [02:54.92] | The military made it harder to decide |
| [02:57.08] | A soldier and a poet now the poet guards his pride |
| [02:59.55] | You see his views we see them on the evening news |
| [03:02.62] | We read the words found hidden in his B. D. U.' s |
| [03:05.40] | We loose sight with an eye for an eye |
| [03:07.36] | Were the last words written on the night that he died |
| [03:10.83] | In a book they gave to his son the day he turned 21 |
| [03:14.61] | The day he learned of young men who have come to an end |
| [03:17.93] | Of his father who held his gun but held harder to his pen |
| [03:20.50] | A martyr born again every time his book was opened |
| [03:22.42] | And the mind that provoked it |
| [03:25.29] | Was it the words from his hands or the bullet from a gun |
| [03:28.72] | That kept a man alive for his son |
| ar: Mr. J Medeiros | |
| ti: Billy The Kid | |
| [00:25.53] | When he was young he use to play with toy guns |
| [00:28.30] | He' d say it was for fun but really it was the feel of it |
| [00:31.07] | He acted silly but Billy loved the appeal of it |
| [00:32.68] | Though its just plastic his roles got drastic |
| [00:34.14] | Sound effects would blow he' d black mask it |
| [00:38.22] | Around his neck would glow that classic Rambo medallion |
| [00:40.09] | He use to dream of Lambo' s, Italian Mafioso, Commando, battalions |
| [00:44.37] | He would lead them through the dark of winter |
| [00:49.00] | He would leave them when his mom had started dinner |
| [00:51.77] | At the table with his bleeding elbows |
| [00:53.18] | Even when eating he needed his G. I. Joe' s |
| [00:56.56] | By his side guarding his pride |
| [00:58.72] | A soldier or a poet it got harder to decide |
| [01:02.34] | The fun ends as the evening unravels |
| [01:04.78] | A young mans ego so fragile |
| [01:26.98] | A now he' s hitting his teens still drifting in between |
| [01:29.95] | Wanting to be a writer wanting to be a fighter |
| [01:32.37] | He' s starting to wonder which was mightier |
| [01:34.94] | And found one |
| [01:36.86] | The difference between Martin and Malcolm |
| [01:38.82] | He couldn' t see it in the outcome |
| [01:40.64] | They didn' t live to see it |
| [01:42.15] | Now how come |
| [01:43.11] | Was the thought he saw the ones who fought |
| [01:45.12] | He saw the ones who got caught in their cross fire |
| [01:48.14] | His boss fired him and the cause |
| [01:50.46] | He was reading Che Guevara instead of him parking cars |
| [01:53.28] | Who writes the laws who enforces them |
| [01:54.79] | Born to win, born to loose, born again |
| [01:58.51] | Mortal men with an ego so fragile |
| [02:00.93] | Reading as the meaning unravels |
| [02:02.94] | Was it a bullet to the head or the words to the brain |
| [02:06.70] | That brought about more change |
| [02:49.43] | It' s been a long time since the toy guns and the acting bigger |
| [02:52.60] | Active trigger now he a real action figure |
| [02:54.92] | The military made it harder to decide |
| [02:57.08] | A soldier and a poet now the poet guards his pride |
| [02:59.55] | You see his views we see them on the evening news |
| [03:02.62] | We read the words found hidden in his B. D. U.' s |
| [03:05.40] | We loose sight with an eye for an eye |
| [03:07.36] | Were the last words written on the night that he died |
| [03:10.83] | In a book they gave to his son the day he turned 21 |
| [03:14.61] | The day he learned of young men who have come to an end |
| [03:17.93] | Of his father who held his gun but held harder to his pen |
| [03:20.50] | A martyr born again every time his book was opened |
| [03:22.42] | And the mind that provoked it |
| [03:25.29] | Was it the words from his hands or the bullet from a gun |
| [03:28.72] | That kept a man alive for his son |
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