Guns, wine and hoods
Hang the has been that never was
Lost in his costume
A legend in his own mind
He's a legend in his own mind
He's for real but others think he's fake
Not smart enough to see his own fate
Apollo slapped him in the face
Sold on the sands of morocco
English poacher
Sold your soul to a soldier
There are things that he doesn't think about
Like a rut is a grave with the ends knocked out
Apollo no!
Aaaah ah-ahh
Oo-ah-ah-ah
Aaaa-ah
Ah-ah-ah
He's for real but others think he's fake
Not smart enough to see his own fate
Apollo slapped him in the face
We all laugh as his life falls apart
All he wants is to win your heart
Apollo knew this from the start
Boy in the woods Guns, wine and hoods Hang the has been that never was Lost in his costume A legend in his own mind He's a legend in his own mind He's for real but others think he's fake Not smart enough to see his own fate Apollo slapped him in the face Sold on the sands of morocco English poacher Sold your soul to a soldier There are things that he doesn't think about Like a rut is a grave with the ends knocked out Apollo no! Aaaah ah-ahh Oo-ah-ah-ah Aaaa-ah Ah-ah-ah He's for real but others think he's fake Not smart enough to see his own fate Apollo slapped him in the face We all laugh as his life falls apart All he wants is to win your heart Apollo knew this from the start Explain Request ×
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