I’ve had hopes in something overrated
I have loved and underestimated
I don’t want to end up as a ghost
But what I’ve experienced have scarred me more than most
You’re the star of the masquerade
I’m the joker into black I fade
I may not have a future
But I don’t want to die
Fund a war or feed the poor
Do anything you like
One bullet left in the gun
One more time around
Maybe I’ll get a second shot
At life or whatever the lord has in mind
Your recommendation
Is my consideration
But don’t think I’ll ever lay
Another brick in your foundation
A shot to the head
Would be nothing compared to all the things you said
I may not have a future
But I don’t want to die
Fund a war or feed the poor
Do anything you like
One bullet left in the gun
One more time around
Maybe I’ll get a second shot
At life or whatever the lord has in mind
I may not have a future
But I don’t want to die
Fund a war or feed the poor
Do anything you like
One bullet left in the gun
One more time around
Maybe I’ll get a second shot
At life or whatever the lord has in mind