Borrowed Your Gun

Daddy I'm sorry I borrowed your gun again

Shot up your family and shot for the city

Daddy I'm sorry I borrowed your gun again

Shot up my mother, my beautiful mother

Hold out your hands, I'm coming home

Hold out your arms, I'm all alone

My mind is made up and I'm down on my luck

I've run out of bullets again

Daddy I'm sorry I borrowed your gun again

Shot up your family and shot for the city

Daddy I'm sorry I borrowed your gun again

Shot up my mother, my beautiful mother

Hold out your hands, I'm coming home

Hold out your arms, I'm all alone

My mind is made up and I'm down on my luck

I've run out of bullets again

Hold out your hands, I'm coming home

Hold out your arms, I'm all alone

My mind is made up and I'm down on my luck

I've run out of bullets again

Hold out your hands, I'm coming home

Hold out your arms, I'm all alone

My mind is made up and I'm down on my luck

I've run out of bullets again

Hold out your arms, I'm coming home

Hold out your hands, I'm all alone

My mind is made up and it's time to make up

I've run out of bullets again