bang, bang ,

i have something in my pocket ,

close your eyes just for a while ,

as you count to three ,

those wher the last words i heard,

before they found me in a ditch ,

with  two bullets in to my knee´s

never to run or never to dance ,

never to get a second chance ,

but i am lucky ,

why ,

it could have being bang, bang,

you are dead 

writen by paul o carroll