Like A Corn In A Field I Cut You Down
I Threw The Last Punch Too Hard
After Years Of Going Steady, Well I Thought That It Was Time
To Throw In My Hand For A New Set Of Cards

And I Can't Take You Dancing Out On The Weekend
I Figured We'd Painted Too Much Of This Town
And I Tried Not To Look As I Walked To My Wagon
And I Knew Then I Had Lost What Should Have Been Found
I Knew Then I Had Lost What Should Have Been Found

And I Feel Like A Bullet In The Gun Of Robert Ford
I'm Low As A Paid Assassin Is
You Know I'm Cold As A Hired Sword
I'm So Ashamed Can't We Patch It Up
You Know I Can't Think Straight No More
You Make Me Feel Like A Bullet Honey In The Gun Of Robert Ford

Like A Child When His Toys Have Been Stepped On
That's How It All Seemed To Me
I Burst The Bubble That Both Of Us Lived In
And I'm Damned If I'll Ever Get Rid Of This Guilt That I Feel

And If Looks Could Kill Then I'd Be A Dead Man
Your Friends And Mine Don't Call No More
Hell, I Thought It Was Best But Now I Feel Branded
Breaking Up's Sometimes Like Breaking The Law
Breaking Up's Sometimes Like Breaking The Law