Whitaker - Shooting Range

If the monster under your bed surrendered
Would you stay with me
If people were people
Would your son still be a bastard

If you were my kid, I'd hold you
Till the sun went down
And if you hadn't gone to the shooting range
Would you speak to me
Would you speak to me

And if your head hadn't blown off your spine
I'd push my fingers into your neck

And if the painkillers were just a little bit stronger
Would I be here today
Would I be here today
And if I would have tried to be harder on you
Maybe you'd still be here for me on a cold
Desperate, Saturday Ni

Written by:
Maxwell Whitaker

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