As

I

was

sa-

ying,

I

know

That

I've

been

one

of

the

few

who

wal-

ked

away

from

you

Ste-

ven

Smith,

we

all

lose

One

look

at

you

and

they're

sud-

denly

cove-

red

in

sh-

ra-

pn-

el

too

It's

true,

most

die

in

yo-

ur

bed-

room

All

the

time

I'm

get-

ting

shot

Oh,

bar-

rels

roll

and

ham-

mers

drop

Come

on

now

Grab

that

gun

and

we'll

go

drive

a-

round

Un-

til

there's

no

sound

Come

on,

let's

go

I

said

I

am

dri-

ving

and

I am

dri-

ving

Its

true,

I'-

ve

got

some-

thing

for

you

Wh-

en

every-

thing's

qu-

iet

The

rin-

ging

in

our

ears

will

seem

aw-

ful-

ly

vio-

lent

And

then

there

will

be

si-

lence

Then

there

will

be

si-

lence