Uncle Sam taught him to shoot
Maybe a little too well
Finger on the trigger, loaded bullet

He hit the stage so full of rage
And let the whole world know it
Six feet away, they heard him say

ââ?¬Å?Oh God, don't let him pull itââ?¬

Please God, don't let him pull it

How could you put us through it?
His brother watched you do it


How could you take his life away? (What made you think you had the right?)
How could you be so full of hate? (To take away somebody's life)
And when I heard you let him die

And made the world all wonder why
I sat at home and cried alone, and on my own
I scratched your name

On the side of a bullet

And in the wake of his mistake

So many lives are broken
Gone forever from a loaded bullet
And no excuse that you could use

Could pull somebody through it
And to this day so many say
ââ?¬Å?God why'd you let him do it?ââ?¬


How could you let him do it?
How could you put us through it?

His brother watched him do it

How could you take his life away? (What made you think you had the right?)

How could you be so full of hate? (To take away somebody's life)
And when I heard you let him die
And made the world all wonder why

I sat at home and cried alone, and on my own
I scratched your name
On the side of a bullet


How could you take his life away? (What made you think you had the right?)
How could you be so full of hate? (To take away somebody's life)

And when I heard you let him die
And made the world all wonder why
I sat at home and cried alone, and on my own

I scratched your name
On the side of a bullet


On the side of a bullet
On the side of a bullet
On the side of a bullet