Uncle Sam taught him to shoot, maybe a little too well
Finger on the trigger, loaded bullet
He hit the stage so 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?
(What made you think you had the right)
How could you be so full of hate?
(To take away somebody’s life?)
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?
(What made you think you had the right)
How could you be so full of hate?
(To take away somebody’s life?)
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?
(What made you think you had the right)
How could you be so full of hate?
(To take away somebody’s life?)
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