Well, your house is full of furniture   And your lovely heart is filled   With a million pretty little dreams that your daddy   Well, he went and killed      There's a mounting pile of evidence   And a sample of my blood   An over in the corner waits   A little firing squad      And you know   I'm about as worried as a man could get   Yeah, you know   I'm sucking on a cigarette   Tell me it ain't over yet      Hey little firing squad (hey little firing squad)   Hey little firing squad (yeah, alright)      Yeah, well, some people work for peanuts, baby   But me and you, we were working for God   Yeah, we were riding a (?) straight to the top   Yeah, to the middle of the stars and the top      We were making it here in London, baby   We were making it in Paris, France   And I would (?)   Money down the front of my pants      And you know   Well, we had our place in the shade   And you know   Yeah, honey, we had it made   Tell me it ain't over yet      Hey little firing squad (tell me it ain't over yet)   Hey little firing squad (alright)      I woke up early this morning   I was covered in sleeping kids   And I reached out for my woman   All twisted in the sheets      And I clung on like a child   For all that it was worth   And together we rolled and we tumbled   Off of the face of the earth      And you know   We'll travel deep in space   And you know   Yeah, way beyond the light   Tell me it'll be alright      Hey little firing squad (hey little firing squad)   Hey little firing squad (yeah, alright now)