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?. How could you be so full of hate?. 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?. How could you be so full of hate?. 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. On the side of a bullet. On the side of a bullet