'Cause I've been wondering When you gonna see I'm not for sale I've been questioning When you gonna see I'm not a part of your machine Not a part of your machine I am the machine All my life I've been sittin' at the table Looks, luck, money and never

Shotgun to the back of my heart, I don't turn around to see who let one ring out 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 Lately I've been questioning Am I all