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Bullet
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Percussion
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Keyboards
Danny Grady
Danny Grady
Guitar
Jade Lemons
Jade Lemons
Guitar
Steve Slovisky
Steve Slovisky
Bass Guitar
Chris Wojtal
Chris Wojtal
Drums
Dixon Dan
Dixon Dan
Background Vocals
Harold Sellers
Harold Sellers
Percussion
Mike Froedge
Mike Froedge
Percussion
Ron Lemons
Ron Lemons
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Grady
Daniel Grady
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Producer
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Karl Egsieker
Karl Egsieker
Engineer

Lyrics

You're coming home to an empty space Inside of you, there's no other place. You're wondering hard what you're here for, But every night you still walk out that door. You're just a screwed up kid, Who doesn't know who he is Fights the words in his head, Screams he's better off dead. Met a punk with a dis Wants a fight and now you're pissed It's already too late Sawed off your hate. What did you sell your soul for? Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge? You got props from your boys on the block, A cross to bear that never ends. What did you sink so low for? Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face? Props from the cops and the court A sin you can't erase. He caught you looking his way Hands in the air what the hell'd ya say? I know something sad but true That motherfucker was as scared as you. You're just a screwed up kid, Who doesn't know who he is Fights the words in his head, Screams he's better off dead. Met a punk like you What the fuck you gonna do? Point the piece at his eyes You never realized. What did you sell your soul for? Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge? You got props from your boys on the block, A cross to bear that never ends. What did you sink so low for? Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face? Props from the cops and the court A sin you can't erase. Sell it with a pistol in the sack. They push you so hard, gonna push right back. Sell it and don't put up a fight Your life has just started but it all ends tonight. You're just a screwed up kid, Who doesn't know who he is Fights the words in his head, Screams he's better off dead. Met a punk like you What the fuck you gonna do? Point the piece at his eyes You never realized. What did you sell your soul for? Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge? You got props from your boys on the block, A cross to bear that never ends. What did you sink so low for? Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face? Props from the cops and the court A sin you can't erase.
Writer(s): D. Grady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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