You are pulling the trigger,
Pulling it all wrong
Killing us,
Killing our beautiful song
In time it will get better,
Or so they say,
But boys will be boys
Till the very last day
Scream if you want,
But they will never change
They may just become more strange
So hand me the gun,
So I can get out of this mess
If you won't pull the trigger,
Then fine,
I will