Borrowed Your Gun
Daddy Im sorry I borrowed your gun again
Shot up your family and shot for the city
Daddy Im sorry I borrowed your gun again
Shot up my mother, my beautiful mother
Hold out your hands, Im coming home
Hold out your arms, Im all alone
My mind is made up and Im down on my luck
Ive run out of bullets again
Daddy Im sorry I borrowed your gun again
Shot up your family and shot for the city
Daddy Im sorry I borrowed your gun again
Shot up my mother, my beautiful mother
Hold out your hands, Im coming home
Hold out your arms , Im all alone
My mind is made up and Im down on my luck
Ive run out of bullets again
Hold out your hands, Im coming home
Hold out your arms, Im all alone
My mind is made up and Im down on my luck
Ive run out of bullets again
Hold out your hands, Im coming home
Hold out your arms, Im all alone
My mind is made up and Im down on my luck
Ive run out of bullets again
Hold out your arms, Im coming home
Hold out your hands, Im all alone
My mind is made up and its time to make up
Ive run out of bullets again