Letra Shoot Boys Like Girls

Shoot

They say the life is like a long and ragged road,
Well, I’ve been falling asleep at the wheel.
My nine to five has got me numb, I’m feeling old,
It’s time to live for the things that are real.

So wake up and shake it, turn the car around.
Feel that, just take off and go out of this town.

Has anybody got a one way ticket
To a brand new life, leave it all behind?
Put the pedal to the metal,
Time for living like it’s all green lights on the road tonight.
Find a little bit of love, find a little bit of truth,
Get it cookin' at a backyard barbecue.
Find a little bit of peace and a little bit of you
And put a bullet in all these blues,
You’re going to pull the trigger, shoot.

I go to work, I pay my bills, I bite my tongue,
Maybe it’s time that I do something for myself.
I mow the grass, take out the trash, it’s never done.
I’m not doing it all for my health.

I’m ready, I’m spreading, turn on the radio,
It’s a good night, and a long drive,
So crank it up and here we go.

Has anybody got a one way ticket
To brand new life, leave it all behind?
Put the pedal; to the metal,
Time for living like it’s all green lights on the road tonight.
Find a little bit of love, find a little bit of truth,
Get it cookin at a backyard barbecue.
Find a little bit of peace and a little bit of you
And put a bullet in all these blues,
You’re going to pull the trigger, shoot.

Won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?
Singing “shoot”.
Well, god damn, won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?
Singing “shoot”.
Well, god damn, won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?
Singing “shoot”.
Well, god damn, won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?

Has anybody got a one way ticket
To a brand new life, leave it all behind?
Put the pedal to the metal,
Time for living like it’s all green lights on the road tonight.

Has anybody got a one way ticket
To brand new life, leave it all behind?
Put the pedal to the metal,
Time for living like it’s all green lights on the road tonight.
Find a little bit of love, find a little bit of truth,
It's cooking like a backyard barbecue.
Find a little bit of peace and a little bit of you
And put a bullet in all these booze,
You’re going to shoot.

Singing “shoot”.
Well, god damn, won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?
Singing “shoot”.
Well, god damn, won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?
Singing “shoot”.
Well, god damn, won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?