Eight years old and I wanted one bad, you see All my friends had one and it made me sad I want to be a man, I want to be a man The itching of my finger on the trigger of my very own.. BB gun I saw it flying in the sky And it landed in a tree right outside So I loaded the chamber, yes I loaded the chamber Then I pumped it up 'till I could not pump anymore My bb gun Well I didn't know just what it was So I ran, I over to see just what I'd done It was twitching, it wasn't dead All over, all over my hands were red It looked right at me as if to say Why did you do it and take my life away Do you feel like a man? Do you feel like a man? I shook my head, said no, dropped my gun and ran My bb gun My bb gun