Eight years old and I wanted one bad, you see

All my friends had one and it made me sad

I want to be a man, I want to be a man

The itching of my finger on the trigger of my very own..

BB gun



I saw it flying in the sky

And it landed in a tree right outside

So I loaded the chamber, yes I loaded the chamber

Then I pumped it up 'till I could not pump anymore

My bb gun



Well I didn't know just what it was

So I ran, I over to see just what I'd done

It was twitching, it wasn't dead

All over, all over my hands were red

It looked right at me as if to say

Why did you do it and take my life away



Do you feel like a man?

Do you feel like a man?

I shook my head, said no, dropped my gun and ran



My bb gun

My bb gun