Fred Eaglesmith - Bullets lyrics

Trains don't cry And bullets don't sing A broken heart ain't worth anything Even a bird of prey lets out some kind of scream I would have never done to you what you done to me Fifty odd dollars and some dry alcohol Stand on the stairway, against the wall Even a preacher, Lord, sometimes he just can't believe I would have never done to you what you done to me Lies on your table Lies in your eyes Lies in your face Lies in your smile Trains only leave And bullets just scream I would have never done to you what you done to me I would have never done to you whaty ou done to me I would have never done to you what you done to m&101