Skulls and bullets, bullets and skulls
That is all in my head.
Time just goes, but i stand
and i will be dead
Mom and Dad scream every night
When I lie in my bed
They go to sleep and I then
Take the gun to my hand
Take the gun to my hand
Three little birds singing on the tree
The sun gently smiles at them
One little boy dreams to be free
Like a tiny stem
Evil things and evil words
Can’t always be redeemed
Some times a man with a gun
Comes to send you to hell
Comes to send you to hell
Skulls and bullets, bullets and skulls
Cover my diary sheets
Some of them drop tables
Use them as shields
Evil things and evil words
Can’t always be redeemed
Some times a man with a gun
Comes to send you to hell
Skulls and bullets
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