I'm gonna buy a gun, 
So I can end it any time I want, 
And laugh as I blow it away, 
Funny as an atom bomb, 
Solemn as a child at a ticker tape parade, 
Black clothes on a sunny day.
Drink it down, 
And break the glass for me, 
I'm so much older than the boy I was, 
And half the man I used to be.
Lay me out, 
I'm in my sunday best, 
Why don't you take a bow and say a prayer, 
When you put my memory to rest.
He's gonna be a man, 
Trade tennis shoes for combat boots, 
Slingshot for a machine gun in his hands.
She's gonna work at a desk, 
As good as any man and better at their best, 
Do I look smaller in a dress.
Light me up like fireworks, 
I never gave a fuck or cared much when it hurt, 
But now it's just too close to my core, 
She's a whore and he's her man, 
Stitch me up so I can stand, 
Rub our stony hearts together, 
To spark and burn the feathers from our backs.