Uncle Sam taught him to shoot, maybe a little too well Finger on the trigger, loaded bullet He hit the stake so full of rage and let the whole world know it Six feet away they heard him say, oh God don't let him pull it Please God don't let him pull it Why could you put us through it? His brother watched you do it Why could you take his life away? What made you think you had the right? How could you be so full of hate? To take away somebody's life And when I heard you let him die and leave the world I wonder why I sat at home and on my own I cried alone and scratched your name in the side of a bullet And in the wake of his mistakes so many lives were broken Gone forever from a loaded bullet No excuse that you could use to pull somebody through it And to this day so many say, God why'd you let him do it? Why could you let him do it? Why could you put us through it? His brother watched him do it Why could you take his life away? What made you think you had the right? How could you be so full of hate? To take away somebody's life And when I heard you let him die and leave the world I wonder why I sat at home and cried alone and on my own I scratched your name in the side of a bullet And in the wake of his mistakes so many lives were broken Why could you take his life away? What made you think you had the right? How could you be so full of hate? To take away somebody's life And when I heard you let him die and leave the world I wonder why I sat at home and cried alone and on my own I scratched your name in the side of a bullet On the side of a bullet On the side of a bullet On the side of a bullet On the side of a bullet