Pistol Burnt

I’m trying to walk alone
without my yellow gold
I want to take my gun
turn my face but your pistol burnt
I felt your candid skin
at the brothel down the street
i lost there my green bags
ready to fight against my death
you could think I’m a perfect nobody
but you’re making a mistake
I’m a son of this cruel world, babe
I won’t lose myself
I’m trying to walk alone
without my yellow gold
I want to take my gun
turn my face but your pistol burnt
I saw your candid skin
at the brothel down the street
i lost there my green bags
ready to fight against my death
you could think I’m a perfect nobody
but you’re making a mistake
I’m a son of this cruel world, babe
I won’t lose myself