歌詞
230 grains, brass and powder
Travel 565 miles per hour
Soft lead alloy, plastic cap
Designed to expand upon impact
Til the pin fires it's just another round
Like the words in your head before they leave your mouth
When they fly off the tip of your tongue
That bullet can’t be put back in the gun
Hollow point, hollow point
Raise your voice, shoot up the joint
What’s the point of being right
Just to kill love in the fight
With dead end conversation
Pointless accusation
Empty, empty hollow point
Loading up the past, pulling the trigger
Taking those moles hills and making em' bigger
Shoot from the hip, straight to her heart
Every word she hears tears her apart
Hollow point, hollow point
Raise your voice, shoot up the joint
What’s the point of being right
Just to kill love in the fight
With dead end conversation
Pointless accusation
Empty, empty hollow point
Hollow point
Hollow point, hollow point
Raise your voice, shoot up the joint
What’s the point of being right
Just to kill love in the fight
With dead end conversation
Pointless accusation
It's an empty, empty hollow point
Yeah, hollow point
Hollow point, hollow point
Written by: Alex Dooley, Brian Carper, Jami Grooms, Tom O'Connor
