she crouched in the corner of her room her knees tucked beneath her chin and her eyes fixed on the radio they couldn't play the song too soon she'd put her request in she should have done this long ago now the hands on her clock keep growing bigger her finger tightens on the trigger… betty don't use that gun the jokes over this ain't for fun you're gonna put all this behind you betty don't use that gun you know you're not the only one they'll make you famous when they find you the paper didn't give a reason why she didn't leave a note but she taped smokey off the radio the tracks of her tears were her goodbye and on the wall she wrote take a good look at my face now I gotta go now the darkness poises to invade her and d**h awaits her in the chamber Chorus