Bullet Math

Nine little bullets sitting in the clip
The gun goes click, the gun goes click
Seven little bullets sitting in the clip
And one don't miss, the gun goes click
The TV act like they know me,
Sorry homie, you don't know me
The newspapers act like they know me,
Sorry homie, you don't know me
It's alright, I'll be fine
Just hold my hand while I die
It's written all over your face,
In bruises and scrapes, in bruises and scrapes
It's written all over your face
In bruises and scrapes, in bruises and scrapes
SIx little bullets sitting in the clip
The gun goes click, the gun goes click
Four little bullets
And one won't miss, the gun goes click
The magazines act like they know me
Sorry, homie, you don’t know me
The press always act like they know me
Sorry, homie, you don’t know me
It’s all right, you’ll be fine
Just hold my hand while we die
(Bob what do you got up there?)
It’s all right, I’ll be fine
Just hold my hand while I die
Three little bullets sitting in the clip
The gun goes click, the gun goes click
One little bullet sitting in the clip
And I ain’t gonna miss, the gun goes click
The TV act like they know me
Sorry homie, you don’t know me
And everybody act like they know me
Sorry homie, you don’t know me
It’s all right, you’ll be fine
Just hold my hand while I die