Loaded Gun

You don't hold a loaded gun to your mother's head
You don't hold a loaded fucking gun to your mother's head
Yeah, take it all back now, take it all back, bitch
Yeah, take it all back now, take it all back, bitch

I'm gonna be a pallbearer on Friday afternoon
Be a pallbearer on Friday afternoon
You don't hold a loaded gun to your mother's head
You don't hold a loaded gun to your mother's head

You know I loved her well and now your mother's dead
She didn't die 'cause you held that gun to her head
You don't hold a loaded gun to your mother's head
You don't hold a loaded gun to your own mother's hеad

Up to this point, we've tried thе best we can
Up to this point, we've tried the best we can
You don't hold a loaded gun to your mother's head
You don't hold a loaded pistol to your poor sick mother's head, bitch

You gotta make up your mind
You gotta make up your mind
Jim, you gotta make up your mind, Jim
Jim, you got-