Side of a Bullet

Uncle Sam taught him to shoot, maybe a little too well Finger on the trigger, loaded bullet He hit the stage so full of rage and let the whole world know it Six feet away, they heard him say Oh, God, don't let him pull it Please, God, don't let him pull it How could you put us through it? His brother watched you do it How could you take his life away? (what made you think you had the right?) How could you be so full of hate? (to take away somebody's life) And when I heard you let him die And made the world all wonder why I sat at home and on my own I cried alone, and scratched your name on the side of a bullet And in the wake of his mistake, so many lives are broken Gone forever from a loaded bullet And no excuse that you could use could pull somebody through it And to this day so many say, God why'd you let him do it? How could you let him do it? How could you put us through it? His brother watched him do it How could you take his life away? (what made you think you had the right?) How could you be so full of hate? (to take away somebody's life) And when I heard you let him die And made the world all wonder why I sat at home and cried alone And on my own, I scratched your name on the side of a bullet How could you take his life away? (what made you think you had the right?) How could you be so full of hate? (to take away somebody's life) And when I heard you let him die And made the world all wonder why I sat at home and cried alone And on my own, I scratched your name on the side of a bullet On the side of a bullet On the side of a bullet On the side of a bullet