Lyric Gone Shootin

Feel the pressure rise
Hear the whistle blow
Bought a ticket of her own accord
To I dunno
Packed your heart in a travellin bag
And never said bye bye
Something missing in the neighbourhood
Of her cryin eyes
I stirred my coffee with the same spoon
Knew her favourite tune
Gone shootin
My baby s gone shootin
Wrap herself around
Like a second skin
Backed her favourite nag
But she could never win
I took an offer in another town
She took another pill
She was runnin in overdrive
A victim of overkill
She never made it past the bedroom door
What was she aiming for
Gone shootin
She s gone, gone gone gone
Gone shootin
My baby s gone shootin
Gone shooting, how am I gonna get her down
Gone shooting, look out, look out, look out
Gone shooting, she can hurt someone
Gone shooting, yeah she sure is loaded
Gone shooting, she s gone gone gone gone, she s gone
Gone shooting