cruel world,
that's how these usually start
When you got it in your head,
put a bullet in your heart
I've been here before,
and here I am again
Hangin' in the balance
between the pistol and the pen
Well, which one to choose,
is it my choice to make?
That's a loaded question,
both could be my saving grace.
And right now,
I'm beginning to doubt that.
I've been driven to the edge of ink and lead
If I use one, I'm only dying
Use the other and I'm dead
But at least this hell's a
hell that has an end
So there's really no decision
between the pistol and the pen
I've lost everything I've ever had
except my sanity
And right now, I'm beginning to doubt
that I've got steel around my finger
And I've come as close
as taking off my hat
Well how strange to see myself
in black and white
With an empty smokin' pistol,
thinkin' words I didn't write,
I'd give any thing to have
the choice again.
Oh, but once you choose the pistol,
you can never choose the pen.
Well, goodbye cruel world,
that's how these usually start
When you've got it in your head
to put a bullet in your heart
I've been here before and
here I am again
Hangin' in the balance
between the pistol and the pen.
Well which one to choose,
is it my choice to make?
That's a loaded question,
both could be my saving grace.
I've known there'd be chance
in a bein' friend
Won't be my last friend, just won't be