Came to this world a loaded handgun, firing at random Hit the people who were closest Not the ones who deserved it And some of them still don't talk to me Can't say I blame them for a second I'll try to aim more carefully But it's too late for that, I reckon But not too late for regret I'll walk barefoot and smoke inside any chance I get But in the mean time: come on Let's go for a ride like we used to Pistols drawn, screaming "liberty or d**h," Although I think we wanted both somehow But we'll take the cash instead Stack it high, my friend Until it reaches to the sky And us and god can call it even And look each other in the eyes Like you did to the county prosecutor Told him that you were the shooter But they'd never take you alive Grabbed his pen, and stabbed him in the eye Ran off never to be seen again When they strike, hit back harder If you can't just hit back meaner Everybody's got a name, and an address And fragile bones to protect what's beating in their chest Lash out, and vanish into mist Gumshoes can take one in the head Same to anyone who's ever seen a cop And didn't bludgeon them to d**h Same to anyone who's ever had a job And didn't hang their f**ing boss off the roof at the post office So come on, let's take a ride like we used to Daggers drawn, screaming "liberty or d**h," Although I think we wanted both somehow Came in this world a loaded handgun I'll leave it empty, or not at all