Side Of A Bullet - Live at Buffalo Chip, Sturgis, SD, 8/8/2006

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 feet 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 you 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?)

And when I heard you let him die

And made the world all wonder why

I sat at home, and on my own

I cried alone and scratched your name

In 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?)

And when I heard you let him die

And made the world all wonder why

I sat at home, and cried alone

And on my own I scratched your name

In the side of a bullet

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?)

And when I heard you let him die

And made the world all wonder why

I sat at home, and cried alone

And on my own I scratched your name

In the side of a bullet

On the side of a bullet

On the side of a bullet

On the side of a bullet