Like a corn in a field, I ain't got you down
I threw the last punch too hard
After years of going steady
Well, I thought that it was time
To throw in my hand for a new set of cards
And I can't take you dancing out on the weekend
I figured we painted too much of this town
And I tried not to look as I walked to my
wagon And I knew that I'd lost what should
have been found Lord,
I knew that I'd lost what should have
been found And I feel like a bullet in a gun I've robbed
before I'm blown with the bad assassin news
I'm cold as a iron sword I'm so ashamed
Cap or patch it up You know,
I can't think straight no more
You made me feel like a bullet
in a gun
In a gun I've robbed before
Like a child whose toys have been stepped on
That's how it all seemed to me
I burst the bubble that both of us lived in
And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of the
skill that I feel And if it ups your skill then I'll be a dead
man
Your friends and mine don't call no more
Hell,
I thought it was best But now I feel branded
Breaking up is sometimes Like breaking the law
And I feel like a bullet in a gun I've robbed before
And I feel like a bullet in a gun
In a gun I've robbed before