She had the word
Had the way
The way of letting me know [the way of letting you know]
She knew the game
Called the play
Oh she hit me low
She said, now you go your way
Ill go mine
And thats a start
Doctor, doctor
Aint no cure
For the pain in my heart

Chorus:
Gimme a bullet to bite on
Something to chew
Gimme a bullet to bite on
And Ill make believe
Ill make believe its you

Dont need no drink
Dont need no drug
Dont need no sympathy
Sooner or later
Send me a bill
For what shes doing to me
Operator
Long distance lips
On the telephone
Come tomorrow
Come to grips
With me all alone [with being all alone]

Chorus

Bullet to bite on