Meet me at the shooting range
Because i have lots to say
Meet me at the shooting range
Because one of us
Is not coming back again

But if i
If i was going to kill you
I wouldn't tell you
I wouldn't tell you
But i
I'm not going to kill you
But i realise
That that's what i would say
But if i
If i was going to kill you
I'd do it with style
There would be planning
And preparation
And conversation
For a while

So meet me at the shooting range
Because i have lots to say
So meet me, my love, at the shooting range
Because one of us
Is not coming back again