Missing Bullets

Lyrics

A gun without ammo… Is just a bluff. It's big on show… But not enough. One needs the other… When life gets tough. They go together… Like a huff and a puff. But what do you do… When bullets run. They refuse… To load in life's gun. People go missing… When they stop having fun. Where do they go?… When they wanna be done. Cheers to you… & cheers to me… A shot for you… And a beer for me. High in your stool. We let it all be. There's only one rule. Home before 3. Everyone here… Is just like a bullet. Once ready to fire… But no trigger to pull it. Now retired… They try not to push it. Stacked in this bar… Like old missing bullets. Cheers to you… & cheers to me… A shot for you… And a beer for me. High in your stool. We let it all be. There's only one rule. Home before 3. In here we find… The locked and loaded. Friends of mine… Not yet imploded. Like ammo in time… That never exploded. Lost in their prime… A little corroded. I can go on… The old girls & boys. They smile a lot… And love the noise. All bullets now gone… Long since employed. A lovely spot… Of misfit toys. Cheers to you… & cheers to me… A shot for you… And a beer for me. High in your stool. We let it all be. There's only one rule. Home before 3.