[Verse 1] Monday I ran with the smoke in my lungs Blood on my boots and the taste of his tongue Tuesday I prayed in a motel sink But the mirror just stared, didn’t blink [Verse 2] Wednesday I drank ‘til the bottle was dry Dreamed of her face and the way she lied Thursday I heard they were lookin’ for me So I buried my name by a sycamore tree [Chorus] One bullet for Sunday, that’s all I got left Saved it like a promise carved in my chest I could run, I could hide, I could kneel down and cry But there’s one shot waiting when the church bells die One bullet for Sunday — then I'll say goodbye [Verse 3] Friday came with a preacher’s frown Said, “Son, redemption ain’t sold in this town” Saturday night, I cleaned my gun Told the moon, “This dance ain't for fun” [Chorus] One bullet for Sunday, that’s all I got left Saved it like a promise carved in my chest I could run, I could hide, I could kneel down and cry But there’s one shot waiting when the church bells die One bullet for Sunday — then I’ll say goodbye [Bridge] You can paint your sins in holy gold You can bury truth in a preacher’s fold But ghosts don’t sleep, and guilt don’t fade And my heart’s a gun that never prayed [Final Chorus – slower, broken delivery] One bullet for Sunday… one prayer, one breath A whisper to God, then a dance with death I ain’t a hero, I ain’t no thief I’m just a man who’s lost belief So when the bells start to cry… I’ll look to the sky… And fire that one bullet Goodbye.
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