Shiny bullet
Just left the barrel of a gun
Must have been a big one
A 38 or 41
Cutting through the air with a speed quite fair
Twisting round, which I don't see just read somewhere
With its pointed end about to sneak right under my hair
Shiny bullet
Piercing just above my cheek
What a pity I was
To go to Paris in a week
To drink champagne on the flight and thoroughly
Wander the city all night and day
And finally smell between the thighs of a mademoiselle
All my thoughts, to be swept away
By a flash and a crash and a bitter taste
No funk, no titties, no birds anymore
What's left is a dumb grimace
Shiny bullet
Just left the barrel of a gun
It was a big one
A 38 or 41
The blink of an eye is not a friendly winking
Finishing my beer's not the sickness of drinking
The sun fades away though it's not the least the end of the day
All my thoughts, just swept away
By a flash and crash and a bitter taste
No funk, no titties, no birds anymore
What's left is a dumb grimace
All my thoughts, just swept away
By a flash and a crash and a bitter, bitter taste
No funk, no titties, no birds anymore
What's left is a dumb grimace
On my face