When I was young, my mother told me Don't play with guns, that shit ain't holy There ain't outlaws in Heaven I got old and my father told me Go get a gun, protect the family Ain't nothing but outlaws in the real world So I got a gun, thought the Lord would hold me And I don't feel bad, hell, I don't feel holy Guess I'll have to find out on my own I don't know if I was made from God's hands But I know my father is a good man I'm realizing now how the world bleeds So, if you're gonna burn him, you can burn me I'm sick and tired of staring at the sunrise Just waiting for a truth I know just won't arrive So don't you go and tell me how it should be Hell, if you're gonna burn him, you can burn me When I was young, my mother told me You don't go to God, you'll end up lonely We are nothing without faith (nothing without faith) Said, How 'bout dad? He must feel lonely And she got mad and firmly told me Don't you go asking questions And I don't know if I was made from God's hands But I know my father is a good man I'm realizing now how the world bleeds So, if you're gonna burn him, you can burn me I'm sick and tired of staring at the sunrise Just waiting for a truth I know just won't arrive So don't you go and tell me how it should be Hell, if you're gonna burn him, you can burn me You can burn me Hell, if you're gonna burn him, you can burn me When I was young, my mother told me Don't play with guns, no that ain't holy There ain't outlaws in Heaven