Bang, bang bullets, goes the gun.
Hurry, hurry as you run.
Close your eyes in a frightful panic,
bustling around you, everones frantic.
Jesus, jesus won't you hear?
How we need you, need you here.
Footsteps, footsteps getting close,
Patter, patter like a ghost.
You bring your arms around your head,
just one bullet,
BANG....................your dead.
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