Round his neck hangs a cross on his chest
Branded like a saviour of the sinful west
Burned into his skin, rots his soul
Boys will be boys until they end it all
Baby's got a loaded gun, endless death wish
Baby traded all his books for a magazine
He's his fathers son, a dead ringer
Mommy's little boy took the final fall
Baby, yeah
Is sorry, yeah
Baby, yeah
Is sorry, yeah
Bullet on a Cross
Bullet on a Cross
Bullet on a Cross
Baby's got a loaded gun, endless death wish
Baby traded all his books for a magazine
Baby is on TV
In your favourite magazine
Talking on the radio
Don't hesitate at all
Baby, yeah
Is sorry, yeah
Baby, yeah
Is sorry, yeah
Bullet on a Cross
Bullet on a Cross
Bullet on a Cross
Baby, yeah
Is sorry, yeah
Baby, yeah
Is sorry, yeah
Bullet on a Cross
Bullet on a Cross
Bullet on a Cross
Bullet on a Cross
Bullet on a Cross
Bullet on a Cross
Bullet on a Cross
Bullet on a Cross