Autobiography of a Pistol

Im a pistol, a forty-five,
I just shot two men in this hot-house dive.
Now Im smoking — burning hot barrel of metal.
Believe it or not, I was bought by this guy named ray,
A card carrying member of the nra,
But he left me out in his car one day,
And now the finger on my trigger hasnt seen its sixteenth birthday.
Some things they never tell you when youre riding the assembly line.
Like wholl be the hands to hold you and whats their state of mind — -
Hey, Im not much bigger than a pointed index finger.
So who am I to lay the blame?
Im only here to cause some pain…
The sirens --
I can hear them, theyre singing …
Theyre singing my song,
«when the sun sets, I get upset --
Darkness fills me and I want to light up the world»…
Would you believe Ive seen better days?
I starred in westerns and won rave reviews.
Now I sit on a shelf, tagged for judgment day.
Ive got to change the jurys point of view.
You see, guns dont kill people, its the bullets that do.
I said guns dont kill people, bullets do.
Yeah, the bullets do…