I am just a bullet
Fire me from a gun
I don’t have a preference
I hurt anyone
Lying on the dark earth
Bodies smashed in two
Twisted faces showing
Just what I can do
Not my place to worry
Who should live or die
All I ever long for
Is the chance to fly
Let me find your target
Kill or even maim
The deed will never matter
I won’t take the blame
Caress me in your fingers
Slide me in the breech
Then pick out your target
Hear the victim screech
Yes I am a bullet
Made to kill and maim
I don’t care who ”gets it”
I am not to blame
