The first bullet flew to the wheel of chance
The second one could have been for vengeance
And the last one taken as evidence
[Chorus]
Fight, I can't fight again
Here is the pain in my veins
Fight, I can't fight no more
fight in the light of the fire
In the dead heart of this tortured life
A gun was better than a knife
But what I did
I can't remember
Did I really kill
During December ?
In the cold night...
The next one was no doubt a stray bullet
Flying so fast in the heat of the night
The fifth was the result of a gangland killing
The sixth shouldn't have killed that poor victim
Down, now
I can only move my eyes
Down, now
I feel a burning in my heart
Down, now
I can't manage to think
About, now, the dead man could finally be......
