Bullet to the Heart ft. Aviv Gilad & Panther Hollow Lyrics

Another one is gone today, this time it's John Prine

Time to check him out and spin a few

I never really listened when he was in his prime

But listening now's the most that I can do

He sings of drug-fueled fantasies and morphine-addled vets

He sings in metaphors and homespun words

But when I hear him singing, I hear a risky bet

That dying is the best way to get heard

I might go to heaven, or I might go hell

I might hit the top of the charts

If that's what it would take to get my shit to sell

I guess I'll take a bullet to the heart

It worked for Kurt and Jimi, Janis, Bob, and John

We recognize them all from their first names

Closing the book on life don't mean you won't live on

Cause cutting short's just playing the long game

But I don't know if I'm ready to pluck my final string

So don't go say goodbye, just knock on wood

The ticket to Parnassus ain't nearly a sure thing

First I need to write something good

I might go to heaven, or I might go hell

I might hit the top of the charts

If that's what it would take to get my shit to sell

I guess I'll take a bullet to the heart

Some day in the future, in some dusty dollar bin

My face will catch some young aspirant's eye

They will heed these words when they plug me in

And I'll be singing when they choose to die

I might go to heaven, or I might go hell

I might hit the top of the charts

If that's what it would take to get my shit to sell

I guess I'll take a bullet to the heart