Bullets Songtext

Trains don't cry and bullets don't sing.
A broken heart ain't worth anything.
Even a bird of prey lets out some sort of scream.
I would have never done to you what you done to me.

Fifty odd dollars, some dry alcohol
Stand on the stairway, against the wall.
Even a preacher, Lord, sometimes he just can't believe.
I would have never done to you what you done to me.