Eight years old and I wanted one bad, you see   All my friends had one and it made me sad   I want to be a man, I want to be a man   The itching of my finger on the trigger of my very own..   BB gun      I saw it flying in the sky   And it landed in a tree right outside   So I loaded the chamber, yes I loaded the chamber   Then I pumped it up 'till I could not pump anymore   My bb gun      Well I didn't know just what it was    So I ran, I over to see just what I'd done   It was twitching, it wasn't dead   All over, all over my hands were red   It looked right at me as if to say   Why did you do it and take my life away      Do you feel like a man?   Do you feel like a man?   I shook my head, said no, dropped my gun and ran      My bb gun   My bb gun