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 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?

How could you be so full of hate?

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 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?

How could you be so full of hate?

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 on the side of a bullet

How could you take his life away?

How could you be so full of hate?

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 on the side of a bullet

On the side of a bullet

On the side of a bullet

On the side of a bullet