Pick you up in the suburbs tomorrow
We won't tell, they won't follow
Pack your bags and put all your trust in me
Never had a gun to his head, that's what he said
That's why I shot him dead, with the vengeance that his daughter fed
I've always been a sucker for a brown eyed, punk rock girl
And for her I'd shoot the world
(Shoot him down!) Shoot him down for all the nightmares
(Shoot him down!) What goes around will come around
(Shoot him down!) Your father is also your pain
I love you and for us I'll shoot him down
No remorse, we've got no time to look back
The cop is on our trail and we're driving in a Topaz
Stuck in no-man's land, between the body and mind
"Drop your gun! Put your hands behind your head!"
Turn around, pop a clip, hit him in his chest
Home free and we're headed for the border, spending time in Mexico, Tijuana
Drown our shame then start our lives again, in California
(Shoot him down!) Shoot him down for all the nightmares
(Shoot him down!) What goes around will come around
(Shoot him down!) Your father is also your pain
I love you and for us I'll shoot him down
Next thing I know - I'm all alone in a motel
No explanation, no letter goodbye
I can't promise much
But I do promise this
Promise to find you (So I can remind you)
I loved you and for us I shot him down
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