Hey Little Firing Squad

One, two, three, four

Well, your house is full of furniture
And your lovely heart is filled
With a million pretty little dreams that your daddy
Well, he went and killed

And there's a mounting pile of evidence
And a sample of my blood
And over in the corner waits
A little firing squad

And you know
I'm about as worried as a man could get
Yeah, you know
I'm sucking on a cigarette
Tell me it ain't over yet

(Hey, little firing squad)
Hey, little firing squad
(Hey, little firing squad)
Yeah, alright

Yeah, well, some people work for peanuts, baby
But me and you, we were working for God
Yeah, we were riding the bullet straight to the top
Yeah, to the middle of the stars and the top

We were making it here in London, baby
We were making it in Paris, France
And I would go where sales unfold
You sell money down the front of my pants

And you know
Well, we had our place in the shade
And you know
Yeah, honey, we had it made

Ah, tell me it ain't over yet
Tell me it ain't over yet
(Hey little firing squad)
Alright, yeah

I woke up early this morning
I was covered in sleeping kids
And then I reached out for my woman
All twisted in the sheets

And I clung on like a child
For all that it was worth
And together we rolled and we tumbled
Off of the face of the earth

And you know
Well, we'll travel deep in space
And you know
Yeah, way beyond the light

Tell me it'll be alright
(Hey, little firing squad)
Hey, little firing squad
(Hey, little firing squad)
Yeah, alright