Gun In the Closet

Gun in the closet, One in the drawer, One under the pillow, Does he need any more? Scotch on the bar, Jealousy on the mind Can take you too far... Your fate can be signed... A loud bang, A jolt, A puff of smoke, Gone is Beauty In one sad stroke... The Devil helped Pull the trigger, Why? Cause he loves To make Good People die... There is no way I could live with this... I'll hunt him down If the law is remiss... I won't need, a gun or a knife For me to take this bastard's life He's made us pay The ultimate price For you, your life, To him, just a wife... To me he killed Both Love and Hope And when I find him Should he grope For his gun He will find My hand has shoved His nose Into his mind... I'll break it first for extra pain, My vengeance will Never be sated For my prayer of hope Is now in vain.