When the trigger's moving backwards, and the pin hits the shell
When my soul sinks slowly into the warm pits of hell
Won't you tell my baby sister that I'll be back in the fall
'Cause it's better to have false hope than no hope at all
And I'll be meeting with my Savior to go over my foolish deeds
When he asks me why I did it, Lord, I'll blame it on the seed
'Cause it didn't grow in like I planned, and when it did it all went dry
And I couldn't stand to hear the pain of a small baby crying
Well, I remember in the graveyards, well I used to read the names
And I wondered when the good Lord would take my soul away
Well, I wonder if he planned it to happen like this at all
With the shot heard halfway cross the world, and my sins on the wall
And I'll be meeting with my Savior to go over my foolish deeds
When he asks me why I did it, Lord, I'll blame it on the seed
'Cause it didn't grow in like I planned, and when it did it all went dry
And I couldn't stand to hear the pain of a small baby crying
And they'll tell me I'm a bad man
But they've never seen the sight
Of a baby wailing in his crib
And ripping apart the night
It's a small baby crying
