Lyrics:

(A. Young M. Young B.Scott)Feel the pressure riseHear the whistle blowBought a ticket of her own accordTo I dunno
Packed her heart in a travellin' bagAnd never said bye byeSomething missing in the neighbourhoodOf her cryin' eyesI stirre
d my coffee with the same spoonKnew her favourite tuneGone shootin'My baby gone shootin'Wrapped herself aroundLike a seco
nd skinBacked her favourite nagBut she could never winI took an offer in another townShe took another pillShe was runnin'
in overdriveA victim of overkillShe never made it past the bedroom doorWhat was she aiming forGone shootin'She's goneGone
gone goneGone shootin'My baby's gone shootin'Gone shooting, how am I gonna get her downGone shooting, look out look out
look outGone shooting, she can hurt someoneGone shooting, yeah she sure is loadedGone shooting, she's gone gone gone gone sh
e's goneGone shooting