Bullet in a gut, and now you're nothing but
Another hoodlum fuck with fingerprints on the gun
Got a little too familiar with the boys in the blue
Been led to living in a life that's full of poison in truths
And you flew too high, too close to the sun
And your future dies, and your back-up's gone
You chase a lie that things will work themselves out, but I've a little less faith in that
You can't just sit still and stay quiet
You call for riot, call for standing up and fucking up this place
I told you time and time again; take it easy
I told you time and time again but you just wouldn't listen
Now that you're down my throat, and you popped my float, and your voice is catching fire
Now that you're overboard, my barrel's choked, I just can't pull the trigger