Sometimes, you could wonder how
What he's doing now, but
I kinda get the feeling, he'll be knockin on my door
And my, hand guns wastin, hanging from my waste
Can't seem to find the, right words to get it straight

Down in the middle of it all
Is a hollow man about six feet tall

Bullet sixty nine
I got no other friend
Maybe it would ease his pain
Maybe he'd stay the same
That bullet told me so
Guess I, should get and go

Stay out, late, its dark
Hold on to what I got, now
I kinda have the hunch, he'll be bustin through my door
Oh my, gun is rusted, I'll be busted too
Can't seem to find the, right words to get it through

Down in the middle of it all
Is a hollow man, about six feet tall

Bullet sixty nine
I got no other friend
Maybe it would ease his pain
Maybe he'd stay the same
That bullet told me so
Guess I, should get and go

Down in the middle of it all
Is a hollow man about six feet tall
And he said
Bullet sixty nine
I aint got no other friend
Maybe it would ease my pain
Or should I go home again
If that bullet told you so..

Bullet sixty nine
I got no other friend
Maybe it would ease his pain
Maybe he'd stay the same
That bullet told me so
Guess I, should get and go