The Bullet

(albüm: Cry Pretty - 2018)

Line of limousines leaves one by one
The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung
Black mascara's already run
But the tears keep flowing
You can blame it on hate or blame it on guns
But mama's ain't supposed to bury their sons
Left a hole in her heart and it still ain't done
The bullet keeps on going

Through every branch of his family tree
Every birthday that he'll never see
Every chance to live a good life that was stolen
Through the son he'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishing it was his hands she was holding
'Till every heart that's left to break is broken
The bullet keeps on going

The grass grows back around the stone
And friends stop checking in on the phone
The camera crews have all moved on
But the wound's still open
The bullet keeps on going

Through every branch of his family tree
Every birthday that he'll never see
Every chance to live a good life that was stolen
Through the son he'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishing it was his hands she was holding
'Till every heart that's left to break is broken
The bullet keeps on going, yeah
Oh, whoa

Line of limousines leaving one by one
The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung
Oh, mama's ain't supposed to bury their sons
The bullet keeps on going

Through the son he'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishing it was his hands she was holding
'Till every heart that's left to break is broken
The bullet keeps on going
The bullet keeps on going