Ugh Nine little bullets sitting in the clip The gun goes click, the gun goes click Seven little bullets sitting in the clip And one won't miss, the gun goes click The TV act like they know me Sorry homie, you don't know me The newspapers act like they know me Sorry homie, you don't know me It's all right, I'll be fine Just hold my hand while I die It's written all over your face In bruises and scrapes, in bruises and scrapes It's written all over my face In bruises and scrapes, in bruises and scrapes Six little bullets sitting in the clip The gun goes click, the gun goes click Four little bullets sitting in the clip And one won't miss, the gun goes click
The magazines act like they know me Sorry, homie, you don't know me The press always act like they know me Sorry, homie, you don't know me It's all right, you'll be fine Just hold my hand while we die [Bridge] ( Bob, what do you got up there?) It's all right, I'll be fine Just hold my hand while I die Three little bullets sitting in the clip The gun goes click, the gun goes click One little bullet sitting in the clip And I ain't gonna miss, the gun goes click The TV act like they know me Sorry homie, you don't know me And everybody act like they know me Sorry homie, you don't know me It's all right, you'll be fine Just hold my hand while I die