What Goes Around Comes Around

Pick you up in the suburbs tomorrow. We won't tell, they won't follow. Pack your bags, and put all your trust in me. Never had a gun to his head, that's what he said, that's why I shot him dead, with the vengeance that his daughter fed. I've always been a sucker for a brown eyed, punk rock girl, and for her I'd shoot the world./(CHORUS) Shoot him down. Shoot him down for all the nightmares. Shoot him down. What goes around will come around. Shoot him down. Your father is also your pain. I love you and for us I'll shoot him down./No remorse. We've got no time to look back. The cop is on our trail and we're driving in a Topaz. Stuck in no-man's land between the body and mind. "Drop your gun!... Put your hands behind your head!" Turn around, pop a clip, hit him in his chest. Home free, and we're headed for the border. Spending time in Mexico, Tijuana. Drown our shame then start our lives again, in California./(CHORUS)/Next thing I Know, I'm all alone in a motel. No explanation, no letter goodbye. I can't promise much, but I do promise this. I promise to find you. So I can remind you. I loved you and for us I shot him down.