goli goli goli
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

Bullet, bullet, bullet,
Bullet, oh, oh, bullet, bullet.
Queen of the pistol, a trigger's desire,
If unleashed, it breathes smoke, set afire.

It heeds no one, chooses its mark,
By its own will, leaving its stark.
The bullet speaks in its own tongue,
The bullet speaks in its own song.

Bullet, it weakens the core, stains the soul,
With a blink, the game it takes a toll.
It solves the issues, unafraid to roam,
Making friends with strangers, betrayal at home.

No bond does it hold, no angel it knows,
Before it, all vanish, as life ebbs and flows.
Into bodies it enters, taking life's grace,
Its killer charm, leaving not a trace.
The bullet speaks in its own tongue,
The bullet speaks in its own song.

Whose pocket it resides in, rules with its might,
Silencing in moments, whoever takes flight.
It has no religion, no caste to claim,
Time bows to the one with the bullet's name.
The bullet speaks in its own tongue,
The bullet speaks in its own song.