| Gone Shootin' |
| Feel the pressure rise Hear the whistle blow Found a ticket of her own accord [on her roller car] [To | Yeah | That] I don't know Packed her heart in a travelling bag [Fought so hard in a travelin' band] And never said bye bye Somethings missing in the neighbourhood All the cryin' eyes I stirred my coffee with the same spoon [a stupor caught me with the sin spoon] Do a favourite tune [to her favourite jewel] Gone shootin' My baby's gone shootin' Wrap yourself around Like a second skin Packed her favourite bag [packed|picked her favourite nag] But she could never win I took [your | a | her] number in another town She took another pill She was runnin' in overdrive Up until my overkill [a victim of overkill] She never made it past the bedroom door What was she aiming for? [why I'd thought she'd even pour] Gone shootin' She's gone, gone gone gone Gone shootin' My baby's gone shootin' Lil' child Gone Shootin' I thought that she wouldn't even know Gone Shootin hey look out, look out, look out, look out! Gone shootin She's shootin heroin! Gone shootin She's shootin loaded She's gone, she's gone, she's gone, she's gone Gone shootin I'm gonna have to get a gun Look out, look out She could have anyone She sure is loaded I used to love her so [like a rubber soul] |