Southern Maine
Let them read it in the papers
You know I'm the guilty one
Cause the campaign ended
With one last gun
So let them read it in my diary
And this deadly deed
One doctor would say I'm crazy
Another would want me free
The police would say I'm wanted
But my folks won't want this
Cause my name flies down the bill
One man's gun
Well I stare into the mirror
But my face I do not see
Just the broken bits of childhood
They're laughing back at me
Let them laugh you see I'll show them
I'll show everyone
With this life I will be taken
With one man's gun
There's this hunger and it haunts me
A wolf it must be fed
And the voices of destruction
Bang round inside my head
They wake me when I'm sleeping
I hold my ears but still they come
Like a heartache down the barrel
One man's gun
From the southern saint of Selma
To two of Joseph's sons
Oh the holy man of India
You can count them one by one
But from this motel in Georgetown
They only add to my boredom
Cause I'm out here waiting
With one man's gun
Yes I'm out here waiting
With one man's gun
Yes I'm out here waiting
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