You were
SHOT DOWN MORE TIMES TONIGHT
than your Granddaddy over France.
And for every time he got back in that sky,
you would ask another girl to dance.
SHOT DOWN MORE TIMES TONIGHT
and some of them looked real fine.
But then, they all look good, yes, they all look good
when it gets to be closing time.

SHOT DOWN in flames,
but you bailed and you're moving on.
But you better meet someone pretty damn soon
and before all the women are gone.
There's a cute blonde over there.
Yeah, the one with the petrified roots.
So what if there's no one at home upstairs?
So what if she wears combat boots?

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SHOT DOWN in flames,
so you pull back and lick your wounds.
And you join your friends belly-up to the bar
and you see who else is in the room.
There's a brunette by the band.
Yeah, the one talking all to herself.
So what if she looks like a little man?
So what if she could be an elf?

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Lines, lines, everywhere a line:
blocking personalities, breaking your mind.
Say this, don't say that.
Can't you feed them lines? ... (HUAH !!)

SHOT DOWN in flames,
but you're not going to crash and burn.
You just analyze what went right or went wrong,
what you did and maybe what you've learned.
There's a redhead by the door.
Yeah, the one with the crissy-cross eyes.
So what if she looks like a low-rent whore?
So, you must be some kind of prize?

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