The Bullet & Big D Lyrics
| Song | The Bullet & Big D |
| Artist | Bishop Allen |
| Album | Ep Collection Vol. 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| On monday dealey plaza fills | |
| with people on the way | |
| to the court houses and meeting rooms | |
| but me, I'm free today | |
| And I traced the path the motorcade | |
| took back in sixty-three | |
| past the grassy knoll into the book depository | |
| they put in a museum where they say the shots were fired | |
| it's closed today but I don't mind | |
| I'm already getting tired | |
| There's photographs and headlines | |
| and diagrams of the street | |
| they're showing the zapruder film | |
| it's always on repeat | |
| last night I dreamt I was the bullet | |
| from frame 313 | |
| the one that scattered his head around the limosine | |
| I was right there for his final thoughts, of john-john and jackie | |
| and oh my God Big D | |
| Back then everybody worried further to the south | |
| missles screamed across Miami, trail and fall out | |
| Teachers drilled their students hiding underneath their desks | |
| To fear the twitchy trigger finger, of old Krushchev | |
| but Cuba couldn't kill nobody, not like Dallas could | |
| when I was growing up there, I understood | |
| Remember when I'd pick you up | |
| outside your mothers house? | |
| the two of you were fighting, and we promised we'd get out | |
| out far from the narrowness and the confines and the doubt | |
| we'd leave behind all that we know and never turn around | |
| cut the strings and tear away from all that kept us down | |
| and oh my god big D | |
| Now I fly out of Laguardia, or out of JFK | |
| and I land at DFW and I drive down LBJ | |
| and the houses and the shopping centers, don't make me afraid | |
| Why they ever did, it's hard now to explain | |
| But you, you never really left, for you was it the same? | |
| and oh my god Big D | |
| November 22nd I was at the kitchen sink | |
| Just like everyone remembers where they were in â63 | |
| the shudder that shot through me with that unexpexted call | |
| I locked the bathroom door and hit my fist against the wall | |
| I should of come to rescue you, I should have should have yes | |
| What happened in the past ten years, I coulda guessed | |
| Remember when I would carry you, and lay you in your bed | |
| and promised to take care of you, but I just left instead | |
| Last night I dreamt I was the pills you swallowed down | |
| I tried to come back up, but you wouldn't let me out | |
| and I couldn't help but wonder, did think of me? | |
| and oh my god big D |
| On monday dealey plaza fills | |
| with people on the way | |
| to the court houses and meeting rooms | |
| but me, I' m free today | |
| And I traced the path the motorcade | |
| took back in sixtythree | |
| past the grassy knoll into the book depository | |
| they put in a museum where they say the shots were fired | |
| it' s closed today but I don' t mind | |
| I' m already getting tired | |
| There' s photographs and headlines | |
| and diagrams of the street | |
| they' re showing the zapruder film | |
| it' s always on repeat | |
| last night I dreamt I was the bullet | |
| from frame 313 | |
| the one that scattered his head around the limosine | |
| I was right there for his final thoughts, of johnjohn and jackie | |
| and oh my God Big D | |
| Back then everybody worried further to the south | |
| missles screamed across Miami, trail and fall out | |
| Teachers drilled their students hiding underneath their desks | |
| To fear the twitchy trigger finger, of old Krushchev | |
| but Cuba couldn' t kill nobody, not like Dallas could | |
| when I was growing up there, I understood | |
| Remember when I' d pick you up | |
| outside your mothers house? | |
| the two of you were fighting, and we promised we' d get out | |
| out far from the narrowness and the confines and the doubt | |
| we' d leave behind all that we know and never turn around | |
| cut the strings and tear away from all that kept us down | |
| and oh my god big D | |
| Now I fly out of Laguardia, or out of JFK | |
| and I land at DFW and I drive down LBJ | |
| and the houses and the shopping centers, don' t make me afraid | |
| Why they ever did, it' s hard now to explain | |
| But you, you never really left, for you was it the same? | |
| and oh my god Big D | |
| November 22nd I was at the kitchen sink | |
| Just like everyone remembers where they were in 63 | |
| the shudder that shot through me with that unexpexted call | |
| I locked the bathroom door and hit my fist against the wall | |
| I should of come to rescue you, I should have should have yes | |
| What happened in the past ten years, I coulda guessed | |
| Remember when I would carry you, and lay you in your bed | |
| and promised to take care of you, but I just left instead | |
| Last night I dreamt I was the pills you swallowed down | |
| I tried to come back up, but you wouldn' t let me out | |
| and I couldn' t help but wonder, did think of me? | |
| and oh my god big D |
| On monday dealey plaza fills | |
| with people on the way | |
| to the court houses and meeting rooms | |
| but me, I' m free today | |
| And I traced the path the motorcade | |
| took back in sixtythree | |
| past the grassy knoll into the book depository | |
| they put in a museum where they say the shots were fired | |
| it' s closed today but I don' t mind | |
| I' m already getting tired | |
| There' s photographs and headlines | |
| and diagrams of the street | |
| they' re showing the zapruder film | |
| it' s always on repeat | |
| last night I dreamt I was the bullet | |
| from frame 313 | |
| the one that scattered his head around the limosine | |
| I was right there for his final thoughts, of johnjohn and jackie | |
| and oh my God Big D | |
| Back then everybody worried further to the south | |
| missles screamed across Miami, trail and fall out | |
| Teachers drilled their students hiding underneath their desks | |
| To fear the twitchy trigger finger, of old Krushchev | |
| but Cuba couldn' t kill nobody, not like Dallas could | |
| when I was growing up there, I understood | |
| Remember when I' d pick you up | |
| outside your mothers house? | |
| the two of you were fighting, and we promised we' d get out | |
| out far from the narrowness and the confines and the doubt | |
| we' d leave behind all that we know and never turn around | |
| cut the strings and tear away from all that kept us down | |
| and oh my god big D | |
| Now I fly out of Laguardia, or out of JFK | |
| and I land at DFW and I drive down LBJ | |
| and the houses and the shopping centers, don' t make me afraid | |
| Why they ever did, it' s hard now to explain | |
| But you, you never really left, for you was it the same? | |
| and oh my god Big D | |
| November 22nd I was at the kitchen sink | |
| Just like everyone remembers where they were in 63 | |
| the shudder that shot through me with that unexpexted call | |
| I locked the bathroom door and hit my fist against the wall | |
| I should of come to rescue you, I should have should have yes | |
| What happened in the past ten years, I coulda guessed | |
| Remember when I would carry you, and lay you in your bed | |
| and promised to take care of you, but I just left instead | |
| Last night I dreamt I was the pills you swallowed down | |
| I tried to come back up, but you wouldn' t let me out | |
| and I couldn' t help but wonder, did think of me? | |
| and oh my god big D |
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