I'm a pistol, a forty-five,
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I just shot two men in this hot-house dive.
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Now I'm smoking - burning hot barrel of metal.
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Believe it or not, I was bought by this guy named Ray,
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a card carrying member of the NRA,
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But he left me out in his car one day,
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And now the finger on my trigger hasn't seen it's sixteenth birthday.
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Some things they never tell you when you're riding the assembly line.
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Like who'll be the hands to hold you and what's their state of mind - -
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Hey, I'm not much bigger than a pointed index finger.
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So who am I to lay the blame?
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I'm only here to cause some pain...
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The sirens --
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I can hear them, they're singing ...
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They're singing my song,
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"When the sun sets, I get upset --
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Darkness fills me and I want to light up the world"...
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Would you believe I've seen better days?
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I starred in westerns and won rave reviews.
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Now I sit on a shelf, tagged for judgment day.
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I've got to change the jury's point of view.
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You see, guns don't kill people, it's the bullets that do.
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I said guns don't kill people, bullets do.
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Yeah, the bullets do...
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Autobiography of a Pistol
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Ellis Paul |