Songtext von Borrowed Your Gun

Daddy I'm sorry I borrowed your gun again Shot up your family and shot for the city Daddy I'm sorry I borrowed your gun again Shot up my mother, my beautiful mother Hold out your hands, I'm coming home Hold out your arms, I'm all alone My mind is made up and I'm down on my luck I've run out of bullets again Daddy I'm sorry I borrowed your gun again Shot up your family and shot for the city Daddy I'm sorry I borrowed your gun again Shot up my mother, my beautiful mother Hold out your hands, I'm coming home Hold out your arms, I'm all alone My mind is made up and I'm down on my luck I've run out of bullets again Hold out your hands, I'm coming home Hold out your arms, I'm all alone My mind is made up and I'm down on my luck I've run out of bullets again Hold out your hands, I'm coming home Hold out your arms, I'm all alone My mind is made up and I'm down on my luck I've run out of bullets again Hold out your arms, I'm coming home Hold out your hands, I'm all alone My mind is made up and it's time to make up I've run out of bullets again