Fred Eaglesmith - Bullets Lyrics
Trains don't cryAnd bullets don't singA broken heart ain't worth anythingEven a bird of prey lets out some kind of screamI would have never done to you what you done to meFifty odd dollars and some dry alcoholStand on the stairway, against the wallEven a preacher, Lord, sometimes he just can't believeI would have never done to you what you done to meLies on your tableLies in your eyesLies in your faceLies in your smileTrains only leaveAnd bullets just screamI would have never done to you what you done to meI would have never done to you whaty ou done to meI would have never done to you what you done to me