Feel the pressure rise Hear the whistle blow Found a ticket of her own accord [on her roller car] [to | yeah | that] I dont know Packed her heart in a travelling bag [fought so hard in a travelin band] And never said bye bye Somethings missing in the neighbourhood All the cryin eyes I stirred my coffee with the same spoon [a stupor caught me with the sin spoon] Do a favourite tune [to her favourite jewel]
Gone shootin My babys gone shootin
Wrap yourself around Like a second skin Packed her favourite bag [packed|picked her favourite nag] But she could never win I took [your | a | her] number in another town She took another pill She was runnin in overdrive Up until my overkill [a victim of overkill] She never made it past the bedroom door What was she aiming for? [why Id thought shed even pour]
Gone shootin Shes gone, gone gone gone
Gone shootin My babys gone shootin Lil child Gone shootin I thought that she wouldnt even know Gone shootin Hey look out, look out, look out, look out! Gone shootin Shes shootin heroin!