 But it don't seem to see many bullets comin' through See many bullets comin' through Metaphorically, I'm the man But literally, I don't know what I do I'd live for you, and that's all I could do Even harder to say when you know it's not true Even harder to write when you know that tonight There will be people back home which are talking to you But then you ignore them, stale All these questions, they're boring Like, who would you live for?