I Feel Like A Bullet (In The Gun Of Robert Ford)

Like a corn in a field, I cut you down

I threw the last punch too hard

After years of going steady, well, I thought that it was time

To throw in my hand for a new set of cards

And I can't take you dancing out on the weekend

I figured we'd painted too much of this town

And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon

And I knew then, I'd lost what should have been found

You know that, I knew then I'd lost what should have been found

And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford

I'm low as a paid assassin is

You know I'm cold as a hired sword

I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up?

You know, I can't think straight no more

You make me feel like a bullet, honey, in the gun

In the gun of Robert Ford

Like a child when his toys have been stepped on

That's how it all seemed to me

I burst the bubble that both of us lived in

And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel

And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man

Your friends and mine don't call no more

Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded

Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law

Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law

And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford

I'm low as a paid assassin is

You know I'm cold as a hired sword

I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up?

You know that I can't think straight no more

You make me feel like a bullet, honey, in the gun

In the gun of Robert Ford

Feel Like A Bullet, thank you!