Oh, so pick it up and put it back together
With your head back you look to meet your maker, maker
When opportunity is holding out her hand
So don't throw it all away
Get out your guns, little outlaw on the run
This is the call, wake up boy, you're on your own
'Cause you never get it back, oh
Oh, bloodshot, don't wanna see you washed up
Stoned, you can't feel it all
There is no fun sleeping with a shotgun
In a hotel, I'll come up and check you out
You feel that you wouldn't take a fall
Oh, she said, "You used to be a heart breaker"
Get out your guns, little outlaw on the run
When you're knocked down it's hard to understand
Get out your guns, little outlaw on the run
This is the call, wake up boy, you're on your own
Lost love, I'm a great adventure
This is the call, wake up boy, you're on your own
When you're rattled and cold
This is the call to arms, wake up boy, you're on your own
