I Feel Like a Bullet (In the Gun of Robert Ford)

Like a corn in a field, I cut you down I threw the last punch too hard After years of going steady, well, I thought that it was time To throw in my hand for a new set of cards And I can't take you dancing out on the weekend I figured we'd painted too much of this town And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon And I knew then, I'd lost what should have been found You know that, I knew then I'd lost what should have been found And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford I'm low as a paid assassin is You know I'm cold as a hired sword I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up? You know, I can't think straight no more You make me feel like a bullet, honey, in the gun In the gun of Robert Ford Like a child when his toys have been stepped on That's how it all seemed to me I burst the bubble that both of us lived in And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man Your friends and mine don't call no more Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford I'm low as a paid assassin is You know I'm cold as a hired sword I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up? You know that I can't think straight no more You make me feel like a bullet, honey, in the gun In the gun of Robert Ford Feel Like A Bullet, thank you!