Nhạc sĩ: Melanie Safka
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I can hear the bullets whizzing by, feel the heat of lead, and I go killing wild.
I know about dying. I'm expert on dying.
But birthing? Birthing is something else.
It's some kind of miracle calamity.
It even hurts me.
Every man I killed, he had a dad?
Was he all a little baby at the start?
I never thought of them as kids.
I hardly even saw their faces when I killed them.
Except for the bullet hole in their heads, I can see one now on little Bill.
Every time I pulled the trigger, I blasted someone's kid, didn't I?
Their blood and guts and bones and brains splattered all around.
And all the life God put into them, I spilled out on the ground.
I never saw the miracle.
I'm murdered.
