Hello, hello, yes, it's me again It's been awhile, I'm not here to amend I came with a little surprise I would have loved to see your face When ole Flicka got a slug in his ticker You had a point, now I'm beating a dead one Confessions made with a smile I shot your faggot horse, bitch Now it's too late and now it's too late Now it's too late and now it's too late Remember the pact we made, of course you do Now I know your worst intentions to follow through Did you forget to keep control Now you have the time to wonder why The choice was made and ole Trigger, he had to die Is all this grief taking its toll Good I shot your faggot horse, bitch I put down your fucking horse, bitch I put down your horse