I've got a gun in my hand, but that gun won't c*ck. My finger's on the trigger, but that trigger seems locked. And I can't stop staring at the tick, tock clock And even if I could I would never give up. With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung. If and when I die won't you bury me alone? 'Cause I'll never get to heaven, If I'm singing this song.