A Song is a Weapon

Waiting at arrivals by the baggage carousel

Time can be a tyrant but it always served you well

A game is just a game and a prize is just a prize

How do you keep a straight face when you're telling all those lies

You are the one, you are the bullet in the chamber of the gun

You are the long forgotten prodigal son

And you will be here ages after I'm gone

I can only hope to kill you with a song

The television tells me you're a father to a son

You held us in your arms and pressed our backs against the wall

What is that you're looking at, tell me what you see

A spectre in the corner looks awful alot like me

You are the one, you are the bullet in the chamber of the gun

You are the long forgotten prodigal son

And you will be here ages after I'm gone

I can only hope to kill you with a song, with a song, with a song

I can only hope to kill you with a song, with a song

I've got one shot to kill you with a song, with a song

You are the one, you are the bullet in the chamber of the gun

You are the long forgotten prodigal son

And you will be here ages after I'm gone

I can only hope to kill you with a song

I can only hope to kill you with a song

I've got one shot to kill you with a song

I can only hope to kill you with a song

I've got one shot to kill you with a song