Bandit کے بول

With me now Is the eye of the bandit His ways of shame Between my clenched teeth The sores of the road The sores of the road between us Sees the glimpse And stares at the sun I deliver I deliver the eye of the bandit Through a crack in the window Mechanically He smiles through the fumes And the road opens It appears as his crime The morale of the bandit Tattooed on my neck Its ways of nature Scribbled on our wreck The engine. Bandit Fuelled on women and men The vehicle raging Through heaven and hell