Shoot Me

One, two, three, four

C'mon

So shoot me
So shoot me
So shoot me
Please

He stands
Arms wide
He ain't scared
He ain't scared
To die

No he's not
Gonna run or hide
He's got two stolen cans of pop
And too much pride

He said
So shoot me
So shoot me
So shoot me
Please

Fear
The great divide
Fear
It ain't black or white
So hear him out this time
But you can't hear
When he's on the ground
Dying

So shoot me
So shoot me
So shoot me
Please
He said so shoot me
He said so shoot me
So shoot me
Please
Please
Please
Please
Dying



Credits
Writer(s): James Eggleston
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