50,000 Unmarked Bullets

She said my life is full of despots and embargoes
And cheeky Russian states
Fifty thousand unmarked bullets sweating down my face
I used to be outgoing
Now I barely leave the Hague

'Cause I'm too busy now with headshots
And that transcript
And that sit in the dock shame
Turns out every room we ever loved in
Any room we stayed
The phone was tapped
But the irony
She said, "Is no one ever listening to me?"

Lord, when you hear what they think that I've done
You feel like letting go
And oh, everything that I love has turned to dust
Feel like letting go

I went to boarding school
In Gümligen with Sudafed
That snow it turned to a pulp
Silence echoed 'round me
Every time that lady spoke
It's plastic covered sofa baccalaureate
I was a teen, sixteen with a mullet

Now I'm handcuffed to a minder
I'm lost in indecision
The romance of the story
It got lost in the transcription
It's hard to be the son of a tyrant and villain
Fifty thousand unmarked bullets

But Lord, when you hear what they think that I've done
You feel like letting go
And oh, everything that you loved turned to dust
You feel like letting go

They say it's rare but not unheard of
Tender to the touch
After reputation
If you still feel your heart
'Cause someone that you love
Someone that you love
Someone's holding on
Someone will not let go