Let Me Be the Bullet

All day long
I’ve been inside my head
Reading books about
The dead
And their gods
But now I put them away
It’s time to pull a bullet
From my head
Could you kindly pick it up
Seems I dropped it
I can’t reach that book tonight
And I don’t have a gun

Talking rubbish
Talking love
Talking about the truth of lies
All I’m doing is talking
To no-one but me

And I don’t have a gun

C’mon

C’mon

Just give me a gun

This is how
I’ll go out tonight
Guess I’ll be
A gun tonight
Coz’ I’ve already got
The bullet

And in the morning
If I’m still here
Guess I’ll have live

No

I

Don’t have a gun tonight

Guess I’ll breathe instead

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