| Pistol Made of Bones |
|---|
| I was shot |
| By a Pistol made of bones |
| I got got |
| By a bullet it’s made of stones |
| Oh the earth fuel the flame |
| But it was only me to blame |
| I was shot |
| By a Pistol made of bones |
| The shooter was |
| A mean and mighty ghost |
| Ooh yeah |
| He hated me |
| Because I loved him most |
| The ones you should fear |
| Are often oh so near |
| I was shot |
| By a pistol made of bones |
| Oh how could I be so blind? |
| But the man was with me all the time |
| The ones you should fear |
| Are often oh so near |
| I was shot |
| I was shot |
| By a pistol made of bones |
