My pain is not a form of entertainment
My heart is not a toy, not meant to be played with
Next time you point a gun, make sure it's loaded
This time, don't you say you left the bullets at home

Why should I buy into all of this deception
When truth and honesty is free
Next time you tell a lie, say it with a bold face
Ha ha

Get out of town!
Get out of town!
Get out of town, clown!

Let me whisper to you something
As I tell you what you're missing
And hand you your desires
More exciting than a blessing
The world could be ours if you follow my lead
Quit the righteous path, about face
Walk towards me
Let my blood run through your vains
And my fire burn your heart
Give you the rebirth and a brand new start
I will mold you and shape you to exquisite fine art
As long as you're with me and The Lord is apart from you
Via Veritas Vita

Next time you point a gun...

Get out of town!
Get out of town!
Get out of town!