Pistol Made Of Bones

I was shot by a pistol made of bones

I got God buying bullets made of stones

Oh, the earth fueled 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

Ooh, how could I be so blind?

But the gun 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