I have an itchy trigger finger,
I occasionally aim with the best intentions and sometimes I miss the mark-
I am the grey steel,
the .44 Magnum,
I am the Dirty Harry and yet I am the punk...
I don't need to pull the trigger,
I don't even need to pick up the gun-
this gunfight starts with me
and it will have no winners if I keep shooting.
So I put away my gun with the safety on
and ask that you forgive this son-of-a-gun.
Because I need to stop shooting,
I want to live without all this ammo,
I'll control my gun
and I will do so without a shot being fired.