The Bullet

Well he opened up his shop at the age of nineteen

Stealing anything the eye could see

Said gather round, you people, anything you need

I'll keep my name on your lips

And put the word out on the street

And I will ride til my fingers, they are down to the bone

Wander til I can't remember my own home

Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone

Until that bullet flies to carry me home

'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies

That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home

'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies

That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home

Well he never, ever smiled but he always seemed pleased

Said I'll never live down upon my bended knees

Said I see the game and the game, it sees me

And we will dance until they bury me

So I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns

Screaming at my enemies you'll all have your turn

The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts

The more I move on, the more I am sure

That I will ride til my fingers, they are down to the bone

Wander til I can't remember my own home

Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone

Until that bullet flies to carry me home

'til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies

That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home

'til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies

That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home