I've got a gun in my hand but the gun won't cock.\\
My finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked.\\
I can't stop staring at the tick-tock clock.\\
And even if I could, I would never give up.\\
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lungs.\\
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.\\
But if and when I die, won't you bury me alone?\\
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this soooooong. . .\\

(Cue horns and ska beat)

See also: [[Point]]