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I'm a pistol, a forty-five, |
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I just shot two men in this hot-house dive. |
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Now i'm smoking - burning hot barrel of metal. |
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Believe it or not, i was bought by this guy named ray, |
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A card carrying member of the nra, |
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But he left me out in his car one day, |
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And now the finger on my trigger hasn't seen it's sixteenth birthday. |
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Some things they never tell you when you're riding the assembly line. |
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Like who'll be the hands to hold you and what's their state of mind - - |
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Hey, i'm not much bigger than a pointed index finger. |
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So who am i to lay the blame? |
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I'm only here to cause some pain... |
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The sirens -- |
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I can hear them, they're singing ... |
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They're singing my song, |
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"when the sun sets, i get upset -- |
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Darkness fills me and i want to light up the world"... |
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Would you believe i've seen better days? |
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I starred in westerns and won rave reviews. |
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Now i sit on a shelf, tagged for judgment day. |
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I've got to change the jury's point of view. |
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You see, guns don't kill people, it's the bullets that do. |
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I said guns don't kill people, bullets do. |
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Yeah, the bullets do... |
