Walking down the street
Dressed in rebel uniform
Turns her back on tradition
Says no to rules and regulations.
She hears a noise
Which turns her around
Everyone\'s lying dead
With the gun in her hand.
A bullet fires from her door
Separated by bars of gold
Her boyfriend stands there
She doesn\'t know his name.
The gun she lives in
Fires again too near
The safety catch clicks
But she doesn\'t hear.
Strange illusions of her mother being real...
The shattered pain of glass
Takes her hand
The curtains draw closed
Her father doesn\'t understand.
It\'s cold at night
In the place she sleeps
The coffin next to her
Is just a relative.
Her world is long gone
It closed last night
.... with a BANG!