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.