Son of a Gun

Took too much
I don’t doubt that
I’ll feel crushed
Hearing about how you’re stuck
It took guts
For you to shout that
You were done
Always known that you’re a gun
But dirt’s building up

When did the blanks turn to bullets
Stopped caring what you put me through and
Threw my hands up
But I can’t feel the rush

And still now
Shedding tears its
Funny how
They appear a few years late
Just one round
Left me here
Under the ground
I still fear this wasn’t fate
My aching chest still stays

When did the blanks turn to bullets
Stopped caring what you put me through and
Threw my hands up
But I can’t feel the rush
You thought your hands became so cruel but
I nevеr thought that you would do it
Threw my hands up
Your trigger finger’s stuck