Biografía:
12 Dirty Bullets are a young band from west London who are currently taking the London bar & club scene by storm. Their songs reflect what's going on in their lives, delivered with passion and power.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
Dm Dm Bb A
[Verse]
Dm
Here comes the fatman
Dm
That dirty fatman
Bb
As crooked hands shake crooked hands
A
We're all left to understand that
Dm
These paper payslips, yeah
Dm
These empty payslips
Bb
Are violent hits from violent lips
A
Backhanders from fingertips and all
[Interlude]
Dm Dm Bb A
[Verse]
Dm
He plays it safely
Dm
But he ain't sure where to start
Bb
With roses for Soho sweethearts
A
And summer trips in the middle of March, now
Dm
How would ya face it
Dm
If wiseman's words were wasted
Bb
On broken hearts, winter laughs
A
Married men that dress so smart and
[Chorus]
Dm F
And all of you gone
C
Like all of you came
Bb
I'm still waiting on the next time, next time
Dm
But I don't mind
F
'Cus like all of ya should
C
All of ya claim
Bb
You ain't waitin' on the next line, next line, no
[Interlude]
Dm Dm Bb A
[Verse]
Dm
Here comes the fatman
Dm
That dirty fatman
Bb
As crooked hands shake crooked hands
A
We're all left to understand that
Dm
These paper payslips, yeah
Dm
These empty payslips
Bb
Are violent hits from violent lips
A
Backhanders from fingertips and all
[Chorus]
Dm F
And all of you gone
C
Like all of you came
Bb
I'm still waiting on the next time, next time
Dm
But I don't mind
F
'Cus like all of ya should
C
All of ya claim
Bb
You ain't waitin' on the next line, next line, no
[Bridge]
Bb A
Your heart's so cold
Dm
It's only a golden smile
F
That will please your child
Bb
And you know
A
That you'll die alone
Dm
You can't take your factories, your tack sheets, your captured cars cars and flatscreens
[Interlude]
Dm F C Bb
[Bridge]
Dm
We're just peasants and thieves
F
We're just peasants and thieves
C
We're just peasants and thieves
Bb
Out of love, from the devil
Dm
And we're just peasants and thieves
F
We're just peasants and thieves
C
We're just peasants and thieves
Bb
Chasing stars, bound by class, we'll keep you paying for your past, man
[Outro]
Dm Dm Bb A Dm
Dm Dm Bb A
[Verse]
Dm
Here comes the fatman
Dm
That dirty fatman
Bb
As crooked hands shake crooked hands
A
We're all left to understand that
Dm
These paper payslips, yeah
Dm
These empty payslips
Bb
Are violent hits from violent lips
A
Backhanders from fingertips and all
[Interlude]
Dm Dm Bb A
[Verse]
Dm
He plays it safely
Dm
But he ain't sure where to start
Bb
With roses for Soho sweethearts
A
And summer trips in the middle of March, now
Dm
How would ya face it
Dm
If wiseman's words were wasted
Bb
On broken hearts, winter laughs
A
Married men that dress so smart and
[Chorus]
Dm F
And all of you gone
C
Like all of you came
Bb
I'm still waiting on the next time, next time
Dm
But I don't mind
F
'Cus like all of ya should
C
All of ya claim
Bb
You ain't waitin' on the next line, next line, no
[Interlude]
Dm Dm Bb A
[Verse]
Dm
Here comes the fatman
Dm
That dirty fatman
Bb
As crooked hands shake crooked hands
A
We're all left to understand that
Dm
These paper payslips, yeah
Dm
These empty payslips
Bb
Are violent hits from violent lips
A
Backhanders from fingertips and all
[Chorus]
Dm F
And all of you gone
C
Like all of you came
Bb
I'm still waiting on the next time, next time
Dm
But I don't mind
F
'Cus like all of ya should
C
All of ya claim
Bb
You ain't waitin' on the next line, next line, no
[Bridge]
Bb A
Your heart's so cold
Dm
It's only a golden smile
F
That will please your child
Bb
And you know
A
That you'll die alone
Dm
You can't take your factories, your tack sheets, your captured cars cars and flatscreens
[Interlude]
Dm F C Bb
[Bridge]
Dm
We're just peasants and thieves
F
We're just peasants and thieves
C
We're just peasants and thieves
Bb
Out of love, from the devil
Dm
And we're just peasants and thieves
F
We're just peasants and thieves
C
We're just peasants and thieves
Bb
Chasing stars, bound by class, we'll keep you paying for your past, man
[Outro]
Dm Dm Bb A Dm
12Stone Worship
13 Angels
13 Millas de Lib (...)
1323 (US)
1476
19
19 Miles Per Hou (...)
1910 Fruitgum Co (...)
1920 Evil Return (...)
1927