Suspense Heroes Syndicate Nine Bullets

Through the static
I hear your voice
Could it be with me
The only one choice
I’m stuck up here
Twisting my brain
The weirdest torture
Brings me hell of a pain

Only nine bullets
In my forty-five Colt
Nine heavy buddies
Have got to be shot

How hard I try
No one will know
They wouldn’t care
They wouldn’t show
They are quite happy
They are smoking time
But they still don’t know
What I’ve got in my mind