Ac Dc - Gone Shootin'

Feel the pressure rise


Hear the whistle blow


Found a ticket of her own accord [on her roller car]


[to | yeah | that] I don’t know


Packed her heart in a travelling bag [fought so hard in a travelin’ band]


And never said bye bye


Somethings missing in the neighbourhood


All the cryin’ eyes


I stirred my coffee with the same spoon [a stupor caught me with the sin spoon]


Do a favourite tune [to her favourite jewel]





Gone shootin’


My baby’s gone shootin’





Wrap yourself around


Like a second skin


Packed her favourite bag [packed|picked her favourite nag]


But she could never win


I took [your | a | her] number in another town


She took another pill


She was runnin’ in overdrive


Up until my overkill [a victim of overkill]


She never made it past the bedroom door


What was she aiming for? [why I’d thought she’d even pour]





Gone shootin’


She’s gonegone gone gone





Gone shootin’


My baby’s gone shootin’


Lil’ child


Gone shootin’


I thought that she wouldn’t even know


Gone shootin


Hey look outlook outlook outlook out!


Gone shootin


She’s shootin heroin!





Gone shootin


She’s shootin loaded


She’s goneshe’s goneshe’s goneshe’s gone


Gone shootin





I’m gonna have to get a gun


Look outlook out


She could have anyone


She sure is loaded





I used to love her so [like a rubber soul]