| Im a pistol, a forty-five,
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| I just shot two men in this hot-house dive.
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| Now Im 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 hasnt seen its sixteenth birthday.
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| Some things they never tell you when youre riding the assembly line.
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| Like wholl be the hands to hold you and whats their state of mind — -
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| Hey, Im not much bigger than a pointed index finger.
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| So who am I to lay the blame?
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| Im only here to cause some pain…
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| The sirens --
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| I can hear them, theyre singing …
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| Theyre 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 Ive 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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| Ive got to change the jurys point of view.
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| You see, guns dont kill people, its the bullets that do.
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| I said guns dont kill people, bullets do.
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| Yeah, the bullets do… |