Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

I kill you all with a six barrel shotgun
I kill you all but I need you so
I tear my finger from the trigger baby
I tear my fingers 'cause I'm feeling low and son
Son Sunday's sun never shone on me
Son Sunday's sun never shone on me
You've got it bad, nothing can save you
Don't look back, you gotta a lot nerve to
Break your word and just throw it away
You'd give your soul but it's just too little too late
I kill myself with a six barrel shotgun
I kill you all but I need you so
I tear my finger from the trigger baby
I tear my fingers 'cause I'm feeling low and son
Son Sunday's sun never shone on me
Son Sunday's sun never shone on me
It's in your skin, moving too quickly
Shut your eyes or they'll show you no mercy
It's in your love but it don’t make it right
It's not my time, still I've got to be brave
We've shaken hands and the criminals won
I never liked it but I'm carryin' on
To the end with an empty grin
You come when I say, you come when I say