Gun
Gun, my friend, I'm sick and insane
You have the cure: a bullet to my brain
Gun, my friend, you hold the key
To release me from my misery
Do me this favor, won't you please
Take this life away from me
I never thought I asked for enough
Maybe I've always asked for too much
Maybe someday I'll be okay
Maybe someday I'll love again
Maybe someday I won't be this way
When I'm dead and gone away
Gun, I foresee what my future holds
My life in a cage of ice so cold
Gun, bless me with your kiss
Send me to eternal bliss