| I've used your trust for target practice, | |
| I used your lust to fulfill mine. | |
| The buzzards pick at names I used to know. | |
| But my path is set and I will die alone! | |
| You should have ran me out when you had the chance! | |
| But now I'm here to stay | |
| The man in black said boy don't take your guns to town, | |
| But I've never been one to listen to reason, | |
| This heart, these hands of treason. | |
| I gave my soul to this steel, | |
| Because a dead man feels no guilt. | |
| Gave purpose to the lifeless, | |
| To fill what can't be filled | |
| I'll peak through broken fingers, | |
| Attempt to slant my view | |
| Amazed by their indifference, | |
| Though I knew just what they'd do | |
| They'll leave a hole in your chest | |
| Before they lay you to rest | |
| This town will never be the same | |
| I've used your trust for target practice, | |
| I used your lust to fulfill mine. | |
| But I'm not ready | |
| To take the credit for the work that they've done | |
| The work that they've done | |
| It was the guns, it was the guns, | |
| So wipe their stain from off my hands and see what they have done. | |
| It was the guns, it was the guns, | |
| So wipe their stain from off my hands and see what they have done. | |
| I can feel them start to betray | |
| I can feel them start to aim this way |
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