Uncle Sam taught him to shoot
Maybe a little too well 
Finger on the trigger, loaded bullet 
He hit the stage so full of rage 
And let the whole world know it 
Six feet away, they heard him say 
"Oh God, don't let him pull it" 

Please God, don't let him pull it 
How could you put us through it? 
His brother watched you do it 

How could you take his life away? 
(What made you think u had the right?) 
How could you be so full of hate? 
(To take away somebody's life) 
And when I heard you let him die 
And made the world all wonder why 
I sat at home and on my own, 
I cried alone 

And scratched your name 
On the side of a bullet 

And in the wake of his mistake 
So many lives are broken 
Gone forever from a loaded bullet 
And no excuse that you could use 
Could pull somebody through it 
And to this day so many say 
"God why'd you let him do it?" 

How could you let him do it? 
How could you put us through it? 
His brother watched him do it 

How could you take his life away? 
(What made you think u had the right?) 
How could you be so full of hate? 
(To take away somebody's life) 
And when I heard you let him die 
And made the world all wonder why 
I sat at home and cried alone and on my own 
I scratched your name 
On the side of a bullet [X3]