The quartermaster bakes a radio   The traitor's a rag doll in the tornado   The funnel fades to gray   With hands upon the bible, who's to say?      I never meant to lie   This rifle called goodbye is all that I can shoulder anymore   I never meant to lie   This rifle called goodbye is colder than the one I held before   Is colder than the one I held before      If happiness is warm, I'll take the fur   A wolverine that dies all for your pleasure   One bullet wins the race   The bible chucked into the fireplace      I never meant to lie   This rifle called goodbye is all that I shoulder anymore   I never meant to lie   This rifle called goodbye is colder than the one I held before   Is colder than the one I held before      She's not a girl the missus much reveres   But someone else appears inside the mirror   Through a window-painted face    The room is filled with smoke and bible flakes      I never meant to lie   This rifle called goodbye is all that I shoulder anymore   I never meant to lie   This rifle called goodbye is colder than the one I held before   Is colder than the one I held before   The quartermaster broke the radio