Well there’s, two shells on the table   I left them for you I hope you’re able   To carry it out yourself this time   Cold steel’s such a wonderful feeling   Go ahead cover the floors and ceiling   Paint these walls with your stupidity   So nice of you to redecorate      You shoot, or I’ll shoot for you   You shoot, or I’ll shoot for you   You shoot, go ahead and shoot      Well I, always knew this room would look good in red   Glad to see you decided to clear your head   Good to know you took my advice   It was a pitiful letter   It could have been written much better   Not too much to remember you by   But who’ll remember anyway      You shoot, or I’ll shoot for you   You shoot, or I’ll shoot for you   You shoot, go ahead and shoot      No more, needless frustration   No more, insinuation   No more, no more of you