The Bullets Come In

The Bullets Come In

You open the door, the bullets come in.
You lay on the floor, the bullets come in.
You turn and you run, the bullets come in.
You’re not having fun, the bullets come in.
You turn defiant, the bullets come in.
Your uncle, your aunt, the bullets come in.
Your back is no shield, the bullets come in.
You have nothing to feel, the bullets come in.
You tell the truth or you lying, the bullets come in.
The bullets will find you at home.

You hold on to your Mom, the bullets come in.
You’re waving a wand, the bullets come in.
You reach for your child, the bullets come in.
You watch tv for a while, the bullets come in.
You reach for a smoke, the bullets come in.
You laugh at a joke, the bullets come in.
You saw your dead friend, the bullets come in.
Your new sadness no end, the bullets come in.
You smile as you’re dying, the bullets come in.
The bullets don’t travel alone.

You sell ice on the corner, the bullets come in.
You dream you’re a foreigner, the bullets come in.
You pet your rottweiler, the bullets come in.
You put him on a diet, the bullets come in.
You go off to school, the bullets come in.
You do laps in the pool, the bullets come in.
You can’t do fuck, the bullets come in.
You running amok, the bullets come in.
You cry and you’re helpless, the bullets come in.
The bullets don’t have to atone.