The Dead Weather - So Far From Your Weapon lyrics

There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole You're so far from your weapon And the place you were born There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole You're so far from your weapon And you want to go home I try to give you whiskey But it never do work Suddenly, you're beggin me To do so much worse I knew it from the get go The bullet was cursed Ever since I had you Every little thing hurts You wanna get up? Let go? I say no You dream of seeing fire in them hills But you better wipe that smile from your lips Which of us will be the one to go? He who hits the road's the one who lives