Feel the pressure rise Hear the whistle blow Found a ticket of her own accord [on her roller car] [To | Yeah | That] I don't know Packed her heart in a travelling bag [Fought so hard in a travelin' band] And never said bye bye Somethings missing in the neighbourhood All the cryin' eyes I stirred my coffee with the same spoon [a stupor caught me with the sin spoon] Do a favourite tune [to her favourite jewel]
Gone shootin' My baby's gone shootin'
Wrap yourself around Like a second skin Packed her favourite bag [packed|picked her favourite nag] But she could never win I took [your | a | her] number in another town She took another pill She was runnin' in overdrive Up until my overkill [a victim of overkill] She never made it past the bedroom door What was she aiming for? [why I'd thought she'd even pour]
Gone shootin' She's gone, gone gone gone
Gone shootin' My baby's gone shootin' Lil' child Gone Shootin' I thought that she wouldn't even know Gone Shootin hey look out, look out, look out, look out! Gone shootin She's shootin heroin!
