Letra Elton John – I Feel Like A Bullet (In The Gun Of Robert Ford)
Like a corn in a field I cut you downI threw the last punch too hardAfter years of going steady, well I thought that it was timeTo throw in my hand for a new set of cardsAnd I can’t take you dancing out on the weekendI figured we’d painted too much of this townAnd I tried not to look as I walked to my wagonAnd I knew then I had lost what should have been foundI knew then I had lost what should have been foundAnd I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert FordI’m low as a paid assassin isYou know I’m cold as a hired swordI’m so ashamed can’t we patch it upYou know I can’t think straight no moreYou make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert FordLike a child when his toy’s been stepped onThat’s how it all seemed to meI burst the bubble that both of us lived inAnd I’m damned if I’ll ever get rid of this guilt that I feelAnd if looks could kill then I’d be a dead manYour friends and mine don’t call no moreHell, I thought it was best but now I feel brandedBreaking up’s sometimes like breaking the lawBreaking up’s sometimes like breaking the lawAnd I can’t take you dancing out on the weekendI figured we’d painted too much of this townAnd I tried not to look as I walked to my wagonAnd I knew then I had lost what should have been foundI knew then I had lost what should have been foundAnd I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert FordI’m low as a paid assassin isYou know I’m cold as a hired swordI’m so ashamed can’t we patch it upYou know I can’t think straight no moreYou make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert FordLike a child when his toy’s been stepped onThat’s how it all seemed to meI burst the bubble that both of us lived inAnd I’m damned if I’ll ever get rid of this guilt that I feelAnd if looks could kill then I’d be a dead manYour friends and mine don’t call no moreHell, I thought it was best but now I feel brandedBreaking up’s sometimes like breaking the lawBreaking up’s sometimes like breaking the lawAnd I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert FordI’m low as a paid assassin isYou know I’m cold as a hired swordI’m so ashamed can’t we patch it upYou know I can’t think straight no moreYou make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert FordLike a child when his toy’s been stepped onThat’s how it all seemed to meI burst the bubble that both of us lived inAnd I’m damned if I’ll ever get rid of this guilt that I feelAnd if looks could kill then I’d be a dead manYour friends and mine don’t call no moreHell, I thought it was best but now I feel brandedBreaking up’s sometimes like breaking the lawBreaking up’s sometimes like breaking the lawLike a child when his toy’s been stepped onThat’s how it all seemed to meI burst the bubble that both of us lived inAnd I’m damned if I’ll ever get rid of this guilt that I feelAnd if looks could kill then I’d be a dead manYour friends and mine don’t call no moreHell, I thought it was best but now I feel brandedBreaking up’s sometimes like breaking the lawBreaking up’s sometimes like breaking the lawAnd if looks could kill then I’d be a dead manYour friends and mine don’t call no moreHell, I thought it was best but now I feel brandedBreaking up’s sometimes like breaking the lawBreaking up’s sometimes like breaking the law
