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Pull the trigger?

Pull the trigger?

Let me tell you a story of "A" man, he lived by night and sold his soul for crime
He started off being an angel on the streets but became a devil who would steal
His eyes told stories he lived through but never wept until he killed you
They showed you a motionless coffin that he carved out for you
The scars on his face and the evil in his eyes, he laughed at for less than a dollar and cheap wine
The bullets from his gun screeched as the holy people on a Sunday preached
Then he would start again on the Monday to see what the papers would have to say
When the sun went down his entourage was his fake trusted pillar
To get his kicks the only thing for him to do, was to pull that damn trigger
The bodies that he buried, never once did he get his hands dirty
Instead he switched moods, using his twisted personality
One fateful night he fell on the other side of a cold cold heart
He bled on the same crawling streets and the people refused to weep
He shed tears until he ran dry and the voice of a killer went still
Then he opened his bloodshot eyes and seen God with his hands raised
He touched him on the head and said "not yet, live troubled, for the rest of your days"
For the life he lived, he must walk around honest people
But the image of this, all he would see were demons
So as he was told to turn back around he washed his sins on the way back down
He walked amongst the men and women that he once fed
Now he knows the reason he wasn't accepted, he's going to hell!
The tortured times were ahead
He traded a trigger for the devil's fork
The killings made his flaming bed
No entourage for his false applause
This letter is my apology
Life has been a catastrophe
For this story is tragic with a capital T
I was a killer but now I want to be free
So God, if I come back up please forgive me
I've seen the world at my feet
Now I'm riddled with my own guilt
I don't want the devil's heat
If I give you my heart would you forgive me?
So God, if I pull the trigger, for me to be better, would you be my listener?
Shall I pull the trigger?

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Nine Eleven

Pull the trigger, bang your dead, full of lead you become magnitised and wind up in someone else's head. Great piece Wayne.

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