I carry a bullet in my pocket.
Engraved with my own damn name.
If i ever loose this bullet.
I'll have myself, i have myself to blame.
Bartender pour me a tall one.
So i can wash away the sand.
Bourbon's running down my throat.
The glass stays empty in my hand.
A bullet with my name.
Skin cracked from the desert wind.
Dusk makes my face look pale.
Fill my glass up to the brim.
For i got hellhounds on my trail.
A bullet with my name.
But i'm not insane.
When the reaper comes a calling.
And whispering my name.
He sure ain't hesitating.
To feed me to the flames.
A bullet with my name.
I hear them call my name.
The lord has turned his back on me.
For i'm an evil seed.
I can't take back the things i've done.
I'm a liar and a cheat.
A bullet with my name.
So thats why i keep that bullet.
Close to my own heart.
And pray i'll never loose it.
As i drift into the dark.
A bullet with my name.
With my name... that's right.
