I've got this gun to my head,
But your finger's on the trigger,
So pull back or back away.
Cause with or without you, I'm dead.

I don't need your help this time,
Cause you've been killing me all along,
It's my turn to shine and baby,
I'm going out with a bang.

Your photo's in my wallet
It'll be their only lead,
Cause I've haven't got I.D and
My face is plastered to the ceiling.

I don't need your help this time,
Cause you've been killing me all along,
It's my turn to shine and baby,
I'm going out with a bang.

So pick up the gun, wipe off your prints
Or end it all, this nightmare life you lead.
One way or another, this is the end of you and me.

I don't need your help this time,
Cause you've been killing me all along,
It's my turn to shine and baby,
I'm going out with a bang.

Oh Dear, it seems this is the end.

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Wrote this a while ago and never got around to posting it.