Waiting at arrivals by the baggage carousel
Time can be a tyrant, but it's always served you well
The game is just a game, and the prize is just a prize
How do you keep a straight face when you're telling all those lies
You are the one
You are the bullet in the chamber of the gun
You are the long forgotten prodigal son
And you will be here ages after I'm gone
I can only hope to kill you with a song
The television tells me you're a father to us all
You held us in your arms and pressed our backs against the wall
What is it that you're looking at? Tell me what you see
That spectre in the corner looks an awful lot like me
You are the one
You are the bullet in the chamber of the gun
You are the long forgotten prodigal son
And you will be here ages after I'm gone
I can only hope to kill you with a song
With a song with a song
I can only hope to kill you with a song, with a song
I've got one shot to kill you with a song...
You are the one
You are the bullet in the chamber of the gun
You are the long forgotten prodigal son
And you will be here ages after I'm gone
I can only hope to kill you with a song
I can only hope to kill you with a song
I've got one shot to kill you with a song
I can only hope to kill you with a song
I've got one shot to kill you
