Shotgun to the back of my heart

I don't turn around to see who let one ring out

Said you'd never do me wrong

Guess we see how that plays out

Is it true? is it true?

Heading to the massacre

Bodies arriving every day

What were those shells you heard

Picking the bones up along the way

Let it ring out

Let it ring out

Let it ring out

Let it ring out.

Sharpshooting in my backyard

Killed a small boy once, never told no one

If it wasn't for my shotgun

He'd be alive and I'd be halfway to heaven

Instead of sitting in the dark, going through hell

You should've been here

Wish you had been here.

Heading to the massacre

Bodies arriving every day

What were those shells you heard

Picking the bones up along the way

Let it ring out

Let it ring out

Let it ring out

Let it ring out.

Shotgun to the back of my heart

I don't turn around to see who let one ring out.

[Part 2 - I doubt it]

Lately I've been questioning

Am I all that I pretend to be?

I doubt it, I doubt it

Lately I've been questioning

Am I all that I pretend to be?

I doubt it, I doubt it.