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
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