Bullets - Fred Eaglesmith
Trains don't cry
And bullets don't sing
A broken heart
Ain't worth anything
Even a bird of prey
Lets out some kind of scream
I would have never done
To you what you done to me
Fifty odd dollars
And some dry alcohol
Stand on the stairway
Against the wall
Even a preacher Lord
Sometimes he just can't believe
I would have never done
To you what you done to me
Lies on your table
Lies in your eyes
Lies in your face
Lies in your smile
Trains only leave
And bullets just scream
I would have never done
To you what you done to me
I would have never done
To you what you done to me
I would have never done
To you what you done to me
