One, two, three, four
C'mon
So shoot me
So shoot me
So shoot me
Please
He stands
Arms wide
He ain't scared
He ain't scared
To die
No he's not
Gonna run or hide
He's got two stolen cans of pop
And too much pride
He said
So shoot me
So shoot me
So shoot me
Please
Fear
The great divide
Fear
It ain't black or white
So hear him out this time
But you can't hear
When he's on the ground
Dying
So shoot me
So shoot me
So shoot me
Please
He said so shoot me
He said so shoot me
So shoot me
Please
Please
Please
Please
Dying