Sniper

There`s a sniper in the window,

His sights are set on me.

I`m sure he`ll hit the target,

I`ve never been that lucky.

Will you come to my funeral,

put flowers on my grave?

And if this doesn`t kill me,

will you make me birthday cake?

CH: I want to leave a permanent scar on your brain,

I want to live in the headlines so you will remember my name.

I`ll ride in the ambulance,

in intensive care.

Take me to the E.R.

I hate the way they stare.

Please, don`t act like I`m not here,

I hear the words you say.

I might be in a coma,

but I can tell you`re fake.

CH: Repeat

I know you hired that hit man,

and he does good work.

And I`m so very glad that,

you got your money`s worth.

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