Get Your Gun

Johnny, get your gun 
I'm not afraid to die 
Johnny, get your gun 
For a suicide pact tonight 
Burning out with the Hollywood hopefulls 
Johnny, I'm not your dying star 
Ultra violence 
Wrapped in cellophane 
Bound and gagged in the back of my car 
That cardboard cut out icon was my swinging rope and skipping toes 
My world came crashing down