Fred Eaglesmith - Bullets Lyrics

Trains don't cry and bullets don't sing
A broken heart ain't worth anything
Even a bird of prey lets out some sort of scream
I would have never done to you what you done to me

Fifty odd dollars, some dry alcohol
Stand on the stairway, against the wall
Even a preacher, Lord, sometimes he just can't believe
I would have never done to you what you done to me

Lies on your table
Lies in your eyes
Lies in your face
Lies in your smile

Trains only leave and bullets just scream
I would have never done to you what you done to me
I would have never done to you what you done to me
I would have never done to you what you done to me