Facing the Barrel

I stand firm, shoot me if you must, I accept my fate.

I will wait for it. Makes you feel better, and releases your hate

as you watch my blood spatter on every wall, brains on the ceiling.

Oh, oh, the pain won’t last long, and it will halt all feeling,

no more concealing.

And this, is the date.

Face to face, you rage with anger, jealousy, and bitterness

the love did not last long; neither will the pain you’ve given us

your fury higher and higher, you shove me to the floor.

Stand over me, shoot me twice, and run out the door

like the cowardly miscreant you are.

Run, run, you can’t hide and leave the back door ajar.

And this, is the date.

And after my death, chase your dreams; you’ll be a superstar

banging your drums, humming, and strumming your guitar.

I will follow you where ’er you go, every stage and music hall—

I will haunt you till your dying day—you’ll see my face on every wall.

And I’ll contemplate your beleaguered fall.

Ooh, oh, you’ll see my bloodied face on every wall.

And this, is the date.

This is the date I accept my fate.

Ooh oh the pain won’t last long

and I’ll be free, I’ll be unbound.