作词 : Scott, Young, Young

Feel the pressure rise

Hear the whistle blow

Bought a ticket of her own accord

To I dunno

Packed her heart in a travelling bag

And never said bye bye

Something missing in the neighbourhood

Of her crying eyes

I stirred my coffee with the same spoon

Knew her favourite tune

Gone shooting

My baby gone shooting

Wrapped herself around

Like a second skin

Backed her favourite nag

But she could never win

I took an offer in another town

She took another pill

She was running in overdrive

A victim of overkill

She never made it past the bedroom door

What was she aiming for

Gone shooting

She's gone

Gone gone gone

Gone shooting

My baby's gone shooting

Gone shooting how am I gonna get her down

Gone shooting look out look out look out
Gone shooting she can hurt someone
Gone shooting yeah she sure is loaded
She's gone gone gone gone she's gone
Gone shooting