Bullet Math - That Handsome Devil

Nine little bullets sitting in the clip

The gun goes click, the gun goes click

Seven little bullets sitting in the clip

And one won’t miss, the gun goes click

The TV act like they know me

Sorry homie, you don’t know me

The newspapers act like they know me

Sorry homie, you don’t know me

It’s all right, I’ll be fine

Just hold my hand while I die

It’s written all over your face

In bruises and scrapes, in bruises and scrapes

It’s written all over my face

In bruises and scrapes, in bruises and scrapes

Six little bullets sitting in the clip

The gun goes click, the gun goes click

Four little bullets sitting in the clip

And one won’t miss, the gun goes click

The magazines act like they know me

Sorry, homie, you don’t know me

The press always act like they know me

Sorry, homie, you don’t know me

It’s all right, you’ll be fine

Just hold my hand while we die

(Bob, what do you got up there?)

It’s all right, I’ll be fine

Just hold my hand while I die

Three little bullets sitting in the clip

The gun goes click, the gun goes click

One little bullet sitting in the clip

And I ain’t gonna miss, the gun goes click

The TV act like they know me

Sorry homie, you don’t know me

And everybody act like they know me

Sorry homie, you don’t know me

It’s all right, you’ll be fine

Just hold my hand while I die