Shotgun to the back of my heart, I don't turn around to see who let one ring out Said you'll never do me wrong? Guess we see how that plays out Is it true? Is it true? Heading to the Massacre Bodies arriving every day Look at those shells you heard Picking the bones up along the way Let it ring out Sharpshooter in my backyard Killed a small boy once, never told no one If it wasn't for my shotgun, he'd be alive and I'd be halfway, to heaven Instead of sitting in the dark, going through hell you should've been here Wish you had been here Heading to the Massacre Bodies arriving every day Look at those shells you heard Picking the bones up along the way Let it ring out Shotgun to the back of my heart, I don't turn around to see who let one ring out Lately I've been questioning Am I all that I pretend to be? I doubt it, I doubt it Lately I've been questioning Am I all that I pretend to be? I doubt it, I doubt it