Just a white lie
Just a joke
Just a schoolyard
Up in smoke

All the times you've laughed at him,
They haunt him in his dreams
You think nothing could happen,
You don't care what he means.
One shot, Two shots, three are on the floor.
Four sons die because he can't take it anymore.
Five more shot, but he's got six shells
7 go to heaven
And 8 wait at the gates of hell.

So we wash our hands,
Feels the same
Just let something else
Take the Blame

So you lock him up
Singing a nursery rhyme
But it's just one more day
Til you hear the gunfire a second time
One shot, two shots, three are on the floor.
Faith has a price that you've gotta pay for.
Five more shot but he's got six shells,
Seven go to heaven, but 8 wait at the gates of hell.
Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posie,
Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down.