Bullets and Bandages

There's a man gundrawnwith his eyes to the floor He'saboutto give upeverythingthat he'sworkedfor Helightsup a cig tosettlehis nerves And witheverybreath thesmokerepresentseveryword That heneversaid Henevercould talk To God orhimselfSo he justcarriedthe thought Of what if he did Would that be a sin Orwouldthat besomethingthat Godcouldforgive Would heforgivehimself foreverythingelse Is it that hard to liveinsidehis own skin And we all live indoubtof what we can'tfigureout But if we knew we'd havenothingnew toshoutabout And it's allgoingdown On thewrongside of town Where thehospitalIsnowhereto be found Call the ambulance To fill him with blood And we'll try our best Toreversewhat he's done There's a girl pendrawnon alooseleaf sheet Shepaintson her faceeverythingthat she needs And from what itseemsbehind the make-up she dreams Of a life she made up made ofmoviesscreens Shestoppedtalking to Godseveralmonths ago When thebeatingsfrom herdrunkenfatherstartedto show It was asecretshe kept sheneverfelt so alone Now she's outfindingfriends to take her home And witheveryday shewearsa new tattoo Just aquickfix for herblackand blues And shezippersupthosebigblackboots Inhopesthat it willbringher any bitcloserto the truth And it's allgoingdown on the good side of town Where thequickestfix isnowhereto be found Call theambulanceto give her a lift After all she's done it's come down to this We are the ones who live with doubt Outthroatstoo sore, too sore to shout Thethingsweneversaid, wespillthem out Inviolentred Inviolentred