Carrie Underwood - The Bullet lyrics
[Carrie Underwood - The Bullet lyrics]
Line of limousines leaves one by one
The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung
Black mascara's already run
But the tears keep flowin'
You can blame it on hate or blame it on guns
But mama's ain't supposed to bury their sons
Left a hole in her heart
And it still ain't done
The bullet keeps on goin'
Through every branch of his family tree
Every birthday that he'll never see
Every chance to live a good
Life that was stolen
Through the son he'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'
'Til every heart that's left
To break is broken the bullet keeps on goin'
The grass grows back around the stone
And friends stop checkin' in on the phone
The camera crews have all moved on
But the wound's still open
The bullet keeps on goin'
Through every branch of his family tree
Every birthday that he'll never see
Every chance to live a good
Life that was stolen
Through the son he'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'
'Till every heart that's left
To break is broken
The bullet keeps on goin', yeah oh, whoa
Line of limousines leaving one by one
The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung
Oh, mama's ain't supposed to bury their sons
The bullet keeps on goin'
Through the son he'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'
'Till every heart that's left
To break is broken the bullet keeps on goin'
The bullet keeps on goin'
The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung
Black mascara's already run
But the tears keep flowin'
You can blame it on hate or blame it on guns
But mama's ain't supposed to bury their sons
Left a hole in her heart
And it still ain't done
The bullet keeps on goin'
Through every branch of his family tree
Every birthday that he'll never see
Every chance to live a good
Life that was stolen
Through the son he'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'
'Til every heart that's left
To break is broken the bullet keeps on goin'
The grass grows back around the stone
And friends stop checkin' in on the phone
The camera crews have all moved on
But the wound's still open
The bullet keeps on goin'
Through every branch of his family tree
Every birthday that he'll never see
Every chance to live a good
Life that was stolen
Through the son he'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'
'Till every heart that's left
To break is broken
The bullet keeps on goin', yeah oh, whoa
Line of limousines leaving one by one
The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung
Oh, mama's ain't supposed to bury their sons
The bullet keeps on goin'
Through the son he'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'
'Till every heart that's left
To break is broken the bullet keeps on goin'
The bullet keeps on goin'