I was shot by a pistol made of bones I got God buying bullets made of stones Oh, the earth fueled the flame But it was only me to blame I was shot by a pistol made of bones
The shooter was a mean and mighty ghost (ooh yeah) He hated me because I loved him most The ones you should fear Are often oh so near I was shot by a pistol made of bones
Ooh, how could I be so blind? But the gun was with me all the time
The ones you should fear Are often oh so near I was shot I was shot by a pistol made of bones
