Coup De Grâce

Back on the firing line A duel with a MAD result Both cigarette and trigger Await the flick of my finger Avoided the sniper shot Just to stare down a gatling gun And for every hole patched in my heart Another two open. It's not a coup de grace It's death by 1000 shots What would you Do when you Look at yourself And don't like the look Back in the ring again Absorbing the body shots Jab to a cross then uppercut Sends me back to my corner Wake up on the floor again But i never went to sleep A dance with a devil that I know Always sends me spinning It's not a TKO But I feel every punch What would you Do when you Look at yourself And don't like the look It's not the way i am It's now the way i was What do you see When you see Yourself and there's nothing to love I'm in it now Against the one Who knows the ins And knows the outs And everyone Exploited how It hurts the most And takes me out It's not a coup de grace It's death by 1000 shots What would you Do when you Look at yourself And don't like the look It's not the way I am It's now the way I was What do you see When you see Yourself and there's nothing to love