There's a bullet in my bagAnd it tells me what to thinkIn the middle of the nightWhen I can't sleepThere's a bullet in my bagSinging sweetly:"You traded 8 for 35 millimeterBut the trigger slips,The shot goes wideBy a millimeter."There's a body in my bedTelling me to standIn the middle of the fireWhere I can't breatheThere's a body in my bedSleeping softly.Then the day comes onAnd something's offA millimeter.Sometimes close is not close enough:Millimeter.When the numbers are runThe measure's off a millimeter.We run for miles to come up shortBy a millimeter.
