The Bullet

Line of limousines leaves one by one

The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung

Black mascara's already run

But the tears keep flowing

You can blame it on hate or blame it on guns

But mamas ain't supposed to bury their sons

Left a hole in her heart and it still ain't done

The bullet keeps on goin'

Through every branch of his family tree

Every birthday that he'll never see

Every chance to live a good life that was stolen

Through the son he'll never get to raise

His daughter on her wedding day

Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'

'Till every heart that's left to break is broken

The bullet keeps on goin'

The grass grows back around the stone

And friends stop checkin' in on the phone

The camera crews have all moved on

But the wound's still open

The bullet keeps on goin'

Through every branch of his family tree

Every birthday that he'll never see

Every chance to live a good life that was stolen

Through the son he'll never get to raise

His daughter on her wedding day

Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'

'Till every heart that's left to break is broken

The bullet keeps on goin'

Oh, whoa

Line of limousines leaving one by one

The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung

Oh, mamas ain't supposed to bury their sons

The bullet keeps on goin'

Through the son he'll never get to raise

His daughter on her wedding day

Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'

'Till every heart that's left to break is broken

The bullet keeps on goin'

The bullet keeps on goin'