Betty Don't Use That Gun

she crouched in the corner of her room
 her knees tucked beneath her chin
 and her eyes fixed on the radio
 they couldn't play the song too soon
 she'd put her request in
 she should have done this long ago
 now the hands on her clock
 keep growing bigger
 her finger tightens on the trigger...
 betty don't use that gun
 the jokes over this ain't for fun
 you're gonna put all this behind you
 betty don't use that gun
 you know you're not the only one
 they'll make you famous
 when they find you
 the paper didn't give a reason why
 she didn't leave a note
 but she taped smokey off the radio
 the tracks of her tears
 were her goodbye
 and on the wall she wrote
 take a good look at my face
 now I gotta go
 now the darkness poises to invade her
 and death awaits her in the chamber
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