Side of a Bullet

Uncle Sam taught him to shoot, maybe a little too well

Finger on the trigger, loaded bullet

He hit the stage so full of rage and let the whole world know it

Six foot away, they heard him say, "Oh God, don't let him pull it"

Please God, don't let him pull it

How could you put us through it?

His brother watched him do it

How could you take his life away?

(What made you think you had the right)

How could you be so full of hate?

(To take away somebody's life?)

When I heard you let him die, it made the world all wonder why

I sat at home and on my own, I cried alone

And I scratched your name on the side of a bullet

And in the wake of his mistake, so many lives are broken

Gone forever from a loaded bullet

And no excuse that you could use could pull somebody through it

And to this day so many say, "God, why'd you let him do it?"

How could you let him do it?

How could you put us through it?

His brother watched him do it

How could you take his life away?

(What made you think you had the right)

How could you be so full of hate?

(To take away somebody's life?)

When I heard you let him die, it made the world all wonder why

I sat at home and cried alone, and on my own

I scratched your name on the side of a bullet

How could you let him do it?

How could you put us through it?

His brother watched him do it

How could you take his life away?

(What made you think you had the right)

How could you be so full of hate?

(To take away somebody's life?)

When I heard you let him die, it made the world all wonder why

I sat at home and cried alone, and on my own

I scratched your name on the side of a bullet

On the side of a bullet

On the side of a bullet

On the side of a bullet