I've got a special little trick
when the last bang becomes a click.
The day my revolt is over
and it's time for my goodbye.
You've robbed me of everything,
I have repaid thousandfold
But when my escape route is erased
and my store and lead and gunpowder
has begun to come to its end:
The last bullet I've still got,
the one that'll leave my days.
If you take everything from me,
the will to live I've still got,
the last bullet I've still got.
Where did sense and reason go?
They suffocated in diseased air
and was replaced with dominance
but now the last word is said.
I will never give up.
You will never get in here.
As many as I can I'll bring down with me,
I won't back down any more,
I cannot live on with you.
The last bullet I've still got,
the one that'll leave my days-
If you take everything from me,
the will to live I've still got,
the last bullet I've still got.
The last bullet I've still got.