Bullet in Your Hand Songtext
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Bullet in Your Hand Songtext
I′ll sleep by the phone
If you call me up I'll drive you home
I don′t just disappear
I need to be where you are
I see it now when you're working a crowd
And you keep me around
'Cause I help you stand out
But you′re pushing me down
′Cause it makes you feel proud
And you, you take the soul from me
That's me, I wanna be
The bullet in your hand, you′re weak
That's me, I wanna be
The bullet in your hand, less of a man
Kiss on the chin
All the while you′re staring at him
Tug on my leash
Please, please
Don't do this now
Don′t you need me around?
Don't I make you stand out?
Don't I make you feel proud?
And I′m, I′m falling down
And I can't feel the ground
And I′ll be whatever
Whatever you want me to be
It's all I can see
The bullet in your hand, that′s me
That's me, it′s all I wanna be
The bullet in your hand, bullet
You touch his hand, am I less of a man?
And you, you're moving down
And pushing you're head down
Look like a child
But you don′t kill like a child
And you, you′ve ripped the soul from me
That's me, and I wanna be
The bullet in your hand, you′re weak
That's me, it′s all I wanna be
The bullet in your hand
A bullet in your hand
The bullet in your hand
The bullet in hand, bullet in your hand
If you call me up I'll drive you home
I don′t just disappear
I need to be where you are
I see it now when you're working a crowd
And you keep me around
'Cause I help you stand out
But you′re pushing me down
′Cause it makes you feel proud
And you, you take the soul from me
That's me, I wanna be
The bullet in your hand, you′re weak
That's me, I wanna be
The bullet in your hand, less of a man
Kiss on the chin
All the while you′re staring at him
Tug on my leash
Please, please
Don't do this now
Don′t you need me around?
Don't I make you stand out?
Don't I make you feel proud?
And I′m, I′m falling down
And I can't feel the ground
And I′ll be whatever
Whatever you want me to be
It's all I can see
The bullet in your hand, that′s me
That's me, it′s all I wanna be
The bullet in your hand, bullet
You touch his hand, am I less of a man?
And you, you're moving down
And pushing you're head down
Look like a child
But you don′t kill like a child
And you, you′ve ripped the soul from me
That's me, and I wanna be
The bullet in your hand, you′re weak
That's me, it′s all I wanna be
The bullet in your hand
A bullet in your hand
The bullet in your hand
The bullet in hand, bullet in your hand
Writer(s): Todd Allen Watts, Erik Alan Wenberg, Tamer Eid, Luke Michel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com