Well, your house is full of furniture And your lovely heart is filled With a million pretty little dreams that your daddy
There's a mounting pile of evidence An over in the corner waits
I'm about as worried as a man could get I'm sucking on a cigarette Tell me it ain't over yet
Hey little firing squad (hey little firing squad) Hey little firing squad (yeah, alright)
Yeah, well, some people work for peanuts, baby But me and you, we were working for God Yeah, we were riding a (?) straight to the top Yeah, to the middle of the stars and the top
We were making it here in London, baby We were making it in Paris, France Money down the front of my pants
Well, we had our place in the shade Yeah, honey, we had it made Tell me it ain't over yet
Hey little firing squad (tell me it ain't over yet) Hey little firing squad (alright)
I woke up early this morning I was covered in sleeping kids And I reached out for my woman All twisted in the sheets
And I clung on like a child For all that it was worth And together we rolled and we tumbled Off of the face of the earth
We'll travel deep in space Yeah, way beyond the light
Hey little firing squad (hey little firing squad) Hey little firing squad (yeah, alright now)