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 gone, gone 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 out, look out, look out, look out!
Gone shootin
She´s shootin heroin!
Gone shootin

She´s shootin loaded
She´s gone, she´s gone, she´s gone, she´s gone
Gone shootin
I´m gonna have to get a gun
Look out, look out
She could have anyone
She sure is loaded
I used to love her so                   [like a rubber soul]