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