When somebody shot him down on the road
All they did was fucking take out their phones
As his body lost the last of its blood
There's no love, there's no love, there's no love

I, I, I don't care how hard you think you are
Shame, shame on your name and the blatant weakness in your heart

Ah, this blue is cuttin' deeper than bone
If I let it, it will show me my soul
With a question it's been dyin' to ask
Something that I haven't wanted to know

I, I, I don't care how hard you think you are
Shame, shame on your name and the blatant weakn?ss in your heart

When somebody shot him down on th? road
All they did was fucking take out their phones
When somebody shot him down on the road
All they did was fucking take out their phones
When somebody shot him down on the road
All they did was fucking take out their phones
When somebody shot him down on the road
All they did was fucking take out their phones

And the blood runs out of many more
(I know the blood runs out of many more)
And the blood runs out of many more
(I know the blood runs out of many more)
And the blood runs out of many more
(I know the blood runs out of many more)
And the blood runs out of many more
(I know the blood runs out of many more)
And the blood runs out of many more
(I know the blood runs out of many more)
And the blood runs out of—