They make a special kind of gun for people like you and me It doesn't kill what you want it to kill, it puts the bullet where it needs to be I tear joints from marrow but it never leaves a scar I run all day but I never get real far I tear joints from marrow but it never leaves a scar They make a special kind of gun for people like you and me It doesn't kill what you want it to kill, it puts the bullet where it needs to be I slam fist to glass but it never makes a sound Inch for inch, and pound for pound I slam first to glass but it never makes a sound I got caught up in that old riddle "I never knew so much, I never felt so little" This eternal truth is loaded like a gun So I will bow before I run I don't pray for relief I only ask for courage to face the thief Amazing grace is piercing me The bullet goes where it needs to be