Uncle Santa in the chute, maybe a little too well Finger on the trigger, loaded, bullet He hit the stage so full of rage and left the whole world knowin' 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? Yes brother, what you doin'? Why could you take your life away? What made you think you had the right? Why could you be so full of hate? To take away somebody's life And then I heard you let him die and made the world all wonder why I sat at home and on my own, I cried alone And scratch your name on the side of a bullet And in the wake of his mistakes so many lives are broken Gone forever from a loaded bullet And no excuse that you could use could 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? Yes brother, what you doin'? Why could you take your life away? What made you think you had the right? Why could you be so full of hate? To take away somebody's life And then I heard you let him die and made the world all wonder why I sat at home and on my own, I cried alone And scratch your name on the side of a bullet Why could you take your life away? What made you think you had the right? Why could you be so full of hate? To take away somebody's life And then I heard you let him die and made the world all wonder why I sat at home and on my own, I cried alone And scratch your name on the side of a bullet On the side of a bullet On the side of a bullet On the side of a bullet