I'm a pistol, a forty-five,nI just shot two men in this hot-house dive.nNow I'm smoking - burning hot barrel of metal. nBelieve it or not, I was bought by this guy named Ray, na card carrying member of the NRA,nnBut he left me out in his car one day,nAnd now the finger on my trigger hasn't seen it's sixteenth birthday. nSome things they never tell you when you're riding the assembly line. nLike who'll be the hands to hold you and what's their state of mind - - nHey, I'm not much bigger than a pointed index finger. nSo who am I to lay the blame? nI'm only here to cause some pain... nnThe sirens -- nI can hear them, they're singing ... nThey're singing my song, nWhen the sun sets, I get upset --nnDarkness fills me and I want to light up the world... nnWould you believe I've seen better days? nI starred in westerns and won rave reviews.nNow I sit on a shelf, tagged for judgment day. nI've got to change the jury's point of view.nYou see, guns don't kill people, it's the bullets that do.nI said guns don't kill people, bullets do. nYeah, the bullets do...