Put the Gun Down - Mavissing!

Man, what the fuck?

I said, man, what the fuck?

I said, man, what the fuck?

Why do you think you can make a shot and reload

Then your trigger will not stop again and again

The hail of bullets in my holed bloody body

Then you’re at ease staring at my wounds

Thinking of a disease, making an excuse

Saying: «I'm so sorry!»

Girl, what the fuck?

Where did you fucking learn how to handle the gun

Aiming at the bodies of all poor people?

Funny as hell after killing men

You think the reason for this — the need

You’ve got to please your bloody cunning nature

So can you feel my pain?

No, you can’t

You’re little piece of death

So can you feel my pain?

No, you can’t

You’re little piece of death