Pistol Made of Bones
I was shot
By a pistol made of bones
I got got
By a bullet made of stones
Oh, the earth fuel the flame
But it was only me to blame
I was shot
By a pistol made of bones
The shooter was
A mean and mighty ghost
Ooh yeah
He hated me
Because I loved him most
The ones you should fear
Are often oh so near
I was shot
By a pistol made of bones
Oh, how could I be so blind?
The gun was with me all the time