Bullet

They make a special kind of gun for people like you and me
It doesn't kill what you want it to kill, it puts the bullet where it needs to be

I tear joints from marrow but it never leaves a scar
I run all day but I never get real far
I tear joints from marrow but it never leaves a scar

They make a special kind of gun for people like you and me
It doesn't kill what you want it to kill, it puts the bullet where it needs to be

I slam fist to glass but it never makes a sound
Inch for inch, and pound for pound
I slam first to glass but it never makes a sound

I got caught up in that old riddle
"I never knew so much, I never felt so little"
This eternal truth is loaded like a gun
So I will bow before I run

I don't pray for relief
I only ask for courage to face the thief
Amazing grace is piercing me
The bullet goes where it needs to be



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Plymell
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