Shotgun to the back of my heart
I don't turn around to see who let one ring out
Said you'll never do me wrong
Guess we see how that plays out
Is it true? Is it true?

Headin' to the Massacre
Bodies arrivin' every day
Look at those shells you heard
Pickin' the bones up along the way
Let it ring out (ring out)

Let it ring out
Let it ring out
Let it ring out (ring out)

Sharpshooter in my backyard
Killed a small boy once, never told no one (no one)
If it wasn't for my shotgun, he'd be alive and I'd be halfway, to heaven
Instead of sittin' in the dark, goin' through hell you should've been here
Wish you had been here

Headin' to the Massacre
Bodies arrivin' every day
Look at those shells you heard
Pickin' the bones up along the way
Let it ring out (ring out)

Let it ring out
Let it ring out (ring out, ring out)
Let it ring out (let it ring out)

Shotgun to the back of my heart
I don't turn around to see who let one ring out

Lately I've been questionin'
Am I all that I pretend to be?
I doubt it, I doubt it
Lately I've been questionin'
Am I all that I pretend to be?
I doubt it, I doubt it

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Solana Rowe