Licence to Kill letra

The cross
It was the license to kill
Where all of hell was gunned down in a field
And all my foolish deeds forgotten
Left for dead upon the hill

The price
Was more than robbing the bank
Cause when your buying life
It might cost yours to get it paid
And so he laid it down in silence
So we would never taste the pain

The license to kill is held by The Man
Who plunders the night with blood on His hands
Carries the broken inside His own ribs back home
The license to kill belongs to The One
Who forsook Himself to fight for our love
Sparing all of His heart so that He could call us His own

The fight
Well it is over and won
So hold your head up high
Into the setting Sun
And love your brother like your Maker
Till theres no breath left in your lungs

Jason Barrows - Letras

• City Of Lost Children
• Licence to Kill