goli go o o goli goli
pistol ki ye rani hai trigger ki deewani hai
chal jaaye to nikle dhua
na kisi ki sunti hai ye nishana chunti hai
apni marzi se yaha
goli goli ki apni hai boli goli
goli goli ki apni hai boli goli

goli, tabiyat kar de dheeli aur pant kare geeli
ye aankh jhapakte game baja de itni furteeli go go goli
ye masle hal karti chalne se nahi darti
gairo se karke yaari ye apno se chhal karti

na kisi se rishta hai na koi farishta hai
iske aage sab hai fana
jismo me jo ghus jaaye jaan leke hi aaye
katilaana iski ada
goli goli ki apni hai boli goli
goli goli ki apni hai boli goli

jiski jeb me rehti hai bas raaj kare wo hi
khamosh kare do pal me use aawaz kare jo bhi
iska hai na dharam koi na iski hai koi jaat
waqt chale bas uska hi hai goli jiske saath
goli goli ki apni hai boli goli
goli goli ki apni hai boli goli

A bullet sings, oh, a bullet sings,
Queen of the pistol, trigger's sweet things.
Smoke erupts when it takes flight,
Deaf to all, it chooses its plight,
By its own will, it's free.
A bullet's song, a bullet's decree,
A bullet's song, a bullet's decree.

A bullet, it weakens the core,
And chills the very soul to the floor.
With a blink, it ends the game, swift,
This agile, swift, swift, swift rift.
It solves the issues, it fears no stride,
Betraying kin, with strangers allied.

No ties it holds, no angel's grace,
Before it, all vanish in this place.
Entering bodies, it claims the breath,
Its killer charm, a dance with death.
A bullet's song, a bullet's decree,
A bullet's song, a bullet's decree.

Whose pocket it graces, they hold the throne,
Silencing all, in moments alone.
It knows no faith, no caste it claims,
Time bows to those, who play its games.
A bullet's song, a bullet's decree,
A bullet's song, a bullet's decree.