текстSitting all alone on my bed in my bedsit Staring at the bullets on the floor Magazine women all over the walls And a bullseye on the door
Open my suitcase, take my pick Squeeze on the trigger, feel the hammer go click
I'm going to shoot somebody famous I'm going to shoot somebody big I smile at the picture of John on the wall So many to go George, Ringo and Paul I'm going to shoot somebody...dead
Photographs of famous people strewn all around me Just a blindfold and a pin so I can choose Politicians laughing at me through the camera But I am their judge and I accuse
I fix the time, I fix the place Just need the courage, to show the world my face
Staring at my fists as I sit in the darkness Waiting for the hour I fear is right I'm just about to leave when I begin to cry softly Someday I swear I'll go but not tonight
Close up my suitcase, begin to wait So many people, so many people to hate
Someday I'll shoot somebody famous Somday I'll shoot somebody big I've got to do better than shoot the Pope Assassinate God, it's my only hope Someday I'll shoot somebody...dead.