When I was young, my mother told me

Don't play with guns, that shit ain't holy

There ain't outlaws in Heaven

I got old and my father told me

Go get a gun, protect the family

Ain't nothing but outlaws in the real world

So I got a gun, thought the Lord would hold me

And I don't feel bad, hell, I don't feel holy

Guess I'll have to find out on my own

I don't know if I was made from God's hands

But I know my father is a good man

I'm realizing now how the world bleeds

So, if you're gonna burn him, you can burn me

I'm sick and tired of staring at the sunrise

Just waiting for a truth I know just won't arrive

So don't you go and tell me how it should be

Hell, if you're gonna burn him, you can burn me

When I was young, my mother told me

You don't go to God, you'll end up lonely

We are nothing without faith (nothing without faith)

Said, How 'bout dad? He must feel lonely

And she got mad and firmly told me

Don't you go asking questions

And I don't know if I was made from God's hands

But I know my father is a good man

I'm realizing now how the world bleeds

So, if you're gonna burn him, you can burn me

I'm sick and tired of staring at the sunrise

Just waiting for a truth I know just won't arrive

So don't you go and tell me how it should be

Hell, if you're gonna burn him, you can burn me

You can burn me

Hell, if you're gonna burn him, you can burn me

When I was young, my mother told me

Don't play with guns, no that ain't holy

There ain't outlaws in Heaven