Shoot

I read a story about somebody Who drove his family off a bridge I have a feeling like that's what's happening But I don't know which of us it is There have been times you've kinda scared me But I am the one who will not quit But if I'm to blame, then I've got questions like What if the gas pedal sticks? What if it hurts? Last night, I dreamt of the bar in Chinatown Sticky counters and vinyl booths Playing Springsteen '88, his almost-country phase I was dancing for you I spill your tall can, spill my guts That's how it felt to tell the truth I put my hand up across the dartboard Then I told you to shoot What if it hurts? What if it hurts? It's gonna You said it's gonna What can go wrong will go wrong 'Cause you bet that it would So you stacked up the odds So it hurt, hurt It's gonna hurt It's gonna