Famous Man Songtext

Mother, last night I shot a famous man His music, his life, I was his greatest fan Mother, I'm sorry for all the things that I did I've been hiding it all of my life, shouldÃve kept it still hid Should've kept it still hid Mother, last night I shot a famous man Ain't it funny the things a man does cos he knows that he can When I raise my voice, it's a small feeble sound in the wind To make yourself heard in this big bad world, you must know where to begin You must know where to begin Mother, last night I shot a famous man But today I can't say it all went according to plan He just looked at me, he stared me straight in the eyes Now I know how he felt every day til he died Every day til he died Mother, well now people listen to me I'm the King of America, some say that I'm the King of Comedy Mother, now that I know what it means to be heard I wish I put down my gun, like he put down his guitar And I wish that I'd swallowed my words Wished I'd swallowed my words Mother, I knew him, but he never knew me