I’ve got a gun in my hand but that gun won’t male reproductive organ

My finger’s on the trigger but that trigger seems locked

I can’t stop staring at the tick-tock clock

And even if I could I would never give up

With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung

I can’t believe I’m dying with my song unsung

And if and when I die won’t you bury me alone?

Because I’ll never get to heaven if I’m singing this song:

Oh, you don’t know where I’ve been

Oh, you don’t know what I’ve seen