Letras:
Get Your Guns

: GUNS N' ROSES GUNS N' ROSES GUNS N' ROSES Yeah! C'mon!! Why do you look at me when you hate me Why should I look at you when you make me hate

the devil's to blame Billy get your guns Chorus: Billy get your guns There's trouble blowing like a hurricane Billy get your guns That's the price on your

Guns N' Roses Get in the ring, get in the ring Get in the ring, get in the ring Get in the ring, get in the ring Get in the ring, get in the ring Get

devil's to blame Billy get your guns Chorus: Billy get your guns There's trouble blowing like a hurricane Billy get your guns That's the price on your

Saw the Way Facist Ghosts! Facists! Back to the High and Low Back From the Party Follow All Crashers! Back To the Track! Fire, Get Low! Fire, Get Known

Burn The City Down Wait For Flags To Touch The Ground As The Room Collapses Through Lay Your Hands Upon The Fuse The Roof Crashes To Floor Alert, Crashes

We Take Control We Find The Words To Wake Up We Take Control United Side By Side, Then Torn Apart At The Seams Avenging Agony, At The Gates of a Crimson

get your guns The bandileros are strung out In the promenade Billy get your guns Chorus Billy get your guns There's trouble blowing like a hurricane Billy get your guns

Tradução: Jon Bon Jovi. Billy Get Your Guns.